Saksagan

Famine lurked in the wake of the pestilence. Markets were closed. A few shops were kept open to furnish necessary supplies. Now and then some old negro might have been seen, driving a meat-wagon...

No head was lifted or eye turned to notice the vagrant seated on the sidewalk. But when the train had passed he rose, laid his mattock and spade across his shoulder, and stepping out...

Before him along the street passed the flying people men on horse back with their wives behind and children in front, families in carts and wagons, merchants in two-wheeled gigs and sulkies. A huge...

He brushed his hand quickly across his eyes as she knelt before him now, clasping his feet to her bosom. From coaxing him as an intractable child, she had, in the old servile fashion,...

He said this very quietly, and sat up on the edge of the bed, his feet hanging down, and his hand stretched out towards her.“Honey,” she explained, coaxingly, from where she stood, “can `t...

With incredible activity she climbed into the cart and began to roll up the bedclothes. In reality she had made up her mind to put him into the cart, and the pallet had been...

A mysterious feeling of terror crept over and helped to sober him. How long had he lain asleep? By degrees he seemed to remember that two or three times he had awakened far enough...

He, too, had attended M. Xaupi `s ball, in his own way and in his proper character, being drawn to the place for the pleasure of seeing the fine ladies arrive and float in,...

He turned and moved slowly away in the direction of Water Street, where she lived; and she, taking up her basket, shuffled .across the market-place towards Cheapside, muttering to herself the while:“I come mighty...

She was dressed with perfect neatness. A red and yellow Madras kerchief was bound about her head in a high coil, and another was crossed over the bosom of her stiffly starched and smoothly...