Harte: 580 books

At nightfall it began to rain. The wind arose too, and also began to buffet a small, struggling, nondescript figure, creeping along the trail over the rocky upland meadow towards Rylands's rancho. At times its head was hidden in what appeared to be wings thrown upward from its shoulders; at times its...

He lived beside a river that emptied into a great ocean. The narrow strip of land that lay between him and the estuary was covered at high tide by a shining film of water, at low tide with the cast-up offerings of sea and shore. Logs yet green, and saplings washed away from inland banks, battered fragments...

If you have lost a beloved pet or have one that is getting older, this book was written for you, to give you hope. This is the life story of Bandit, our Siberian husky. If you've never had a husky, you will be in for a pleasant surprise. They are extremely intelligent creatures and love to...

Depuis toujours, Cassie est considérée par sa mère comme une moins que rien. Elle est la fille à qui on donne des corvées et sur qui on peut se défouler. Pire : elle laisse Cassie à la merci d’un homme qui dit être son « oncle » et qui abuse d’elle dès l’âge de six ans… Il lui...

The Dodds were dead. For twenty year they had slept under the green graves of Kittery churchyard. The townfolk still spoke of them kindly. The keeper of the alehouse, where David had smoked his pipe, regretted him regularly, and Mistress Kitty, Mrs. Dodd's maid, whose trim figure always looked well...

The time was the year of grace 1779; the locality, Morristown, New Jersey.

Eh bien, il va falloir se faire une raison : l’Américain-type, ça n’existe pas ! Tant pis pour la belle ordonnance des idées toutes faites ; d’un Américain à l’autre, le caractère, les mœurs, la stature même diffèrent. Bien sûr il existe, chez tous les habitants du Nouveau Monde,...

Randolph Trent stepped from the Stockton boat on the San Francisco wharf, penniless, friendless, and unknown. Hunger might have been added to his trials, for, having paid his last coin in passage money, he had been a day and a half without food. Yet he knew it only by an occasional lapse into weakness...

The story takes place in a Californian community known as Poker Flat, near the town of La Porte. Poker Flat is, in the opinions of many, on a downward slope. The town has lost thousands of dollars, and has experienced a moral decline. In an effort to save what is left of the town and reestablish it as a "virtuous" place, a secret society is created to decide whom to exile and whom to kill.

It was high hot noon on the Casket Ridge. Its very scant shade was restricted to a few dwarf Scotch firs, and was so perpendicularly cast that Leonidas Boone, seeking shelter from the heat, was obliged to draw himself up under one of them, as if it were an umbrella. Occasionally, with a boy's perversity,...