Another week had gone and we were still on the trail, between the head of the canyon and the summit of the Pass. Day after day was the same round of unflinching effort, under conditions that would daunt any but the stoutest hearts. The trail was in a terrible condition, sometimes well-nigh impassable, and many a time, but for the invincible spirit of the Prodigal, would I have turned back.By Robert W. Service43 min
THE great unfinished Canal lay baking in the sun while half the ships in the world went traipsing around Cape Horn and twice the length of South America out of their way, and — while. Lyon and I stood at the top of the bank of the Calicut Ditch, and gazed down at our protege—young Grey.By Charles Shirley25 min
WHEN Earl Grey cast his eyes about him at his “drawing-room” of a few weeks ago—the last such function of his term — he beheld a brilliant sight. He beheld fair women, in wondrous, bejewelled gowns with great V’s in the back. He beheld brave men, nay heroes, who suffered in silence collars of exceeding height, and vast, arid stretches of spotless and effulgent shirt-front.By Donald I. MacLeod19 min
THE ranks of the Bed Line moved closer together; for it was cold, cold. They were alluvial deposit of the stream of life lodged in the delta of Fifth Avenue and Broadway. The Bed Liners stamped their freezing feet, looked at the empty benches in Madison Square whence Jack Frost had evicted them, and muttered to one another in a confusion of tongues.By O. Henry17 min
THE cliff stands a hundred feet high about mid-way in the valley. The mountains—the Rockies, that form the walls of the valley, look down upon it from all around and a little lake, little by comparison with the height of the cliff, lies at the foot of it.By John Boyle17 min
LORD ROSEBERY carries a candle well. Some time ago he produced his book on Napoleon in exile. It illuminated the latter days of Napoleon wonderfully. It revealed angles and facets of Napoleon which had not been revealed before that time. He explained many of the influences which, acting as they did, upon a man of Napoleon’s temperament, produced much that had been misunderstood in Bonaparte.
THE post-election question in Canada is not “Was there any money?’ but “how much?” and “where did the money come from?” J. Israel Tarte said, as everybody knows, that “elections are not won with prayers.” A statement similar in substance, but somewhat different and perhaps a trifle more striking in the wording, is ascribed to Sir John Macdonald.By T. A. Petersen12 min
THERE is a delightful optimism and convincing logic in the work of George Bourne, writing on the subject which is the heading of this article. It appears in the Forum for January. He points out that many of the reforms which have been brought about in England, and which are loosely called "Socialistic” are in reality the result of nothing more than a growth of a larger spirit of humanity in the country, rather than the result of Radical Propaganda.
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