SHOWIN’ OFF
By Stephen Crane JIMMIE TRESCOTT’S new velocipede had the largest front wheel of any velocipede…
SHAME
Stephen Crane DON’T come in here botherin’ me,” said the cook, intolerantly. “What with your…
MARINES SIGNALLING UNDER FIRE AT GUANTANAMO
By Stephen Crane They were four Guantanamo marines, officially known for the time as signalmen,…
MAKING AN ORATOR
By Stephen Crane IN the school at Whilomville it was the habit, when children had…
LYNX-HUNTING
By Stephen Crane JIMMIE lounged about the dining-room and watched his mother with large, serious…
London Impressions
by Stephen Crane CHAPTER I London at first consisted of a porter with the most…
In The Depths of a Coal Mine
by Stephen Crane THE “breakers” squatted upon the hillsides and in the valley like enormous…
GOD REST YE, MERRY GENTLEMEN
By Stephen Crane Little Nell, sometimes called the Blessed Damosel, was a war correspondent for…
Four Men in a Cave
by Stephen Crane The moon rested for a moment on the top of a tall…
An Indiana Campaign
by Stephen Crane I When the able-bodied citizens of the village formed a company and…