by Jack London
LOST FACE
It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and
horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, farther
away than e...
BY CHARLES W. CHESNUTT
I
A STRANGER FROM SOUTH CAROLINA
Time touches all things with destroying hand; and if he seem now and
then to bestow the bloom of youth, the sap of spring, i...
By Helen Bannerman
PREFACE.
There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. Once
upon a time there was an English lady in India, where black children
abound and ...