WAR MEMORIES
By Stephen Crane “But to get the real thing!” cried Vernall, the war-correspondent. “It seems…
VIRTUE IN WAR
Stephen Crane I Gates had left the regular army in 1890, those parts of him…
Upturned Face
by Stephen Crane “What will we do now?” said the adjutant, troubled and excited. “Bury…
Three Miraculous Soldiers
by Stephen Crane I The girl was in the front room on the second floor,…
THIS MAJESTIC LIE
By Stephen Crane In the twilight, a great crowd was streaming up the Prado in…
The Veteran
by Stephen Crane Out of the low window could be seen three hickory trees placed…
THE TRIAL, EXECUTION, AND BURIAL OF HOMER PHELPS
By Stephen Crane FROM time to time an enwearied pine bough let fall to the…
The The Little Regiment
by Stephen Crane I The fog made the clothes of the men of the column…
THE STOVE
By Stephen Crane I THEY’LL bring her,” said Mrs. Trescott, dubiously. Her cousin, the painter,…
The Snake
by Stephen Crane Where the path wended across the ridge, the bushes of huckleberry and…