THE MONSTER
Stephen Crane I Little Jim was, for the time, engine Number 36, and he was…
HIS NEW MITTENS
Stephen Crane I Little Horace was walking home from school, brilliantly decorated by a pair…
WAR MEMORIES
By Stephen Crane “But to get the real thing!” cried Vernall, the war-correspondent. “It seems…
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,…