Phoenix Phoenix: 1848 books

The King of Mazy May by Jack London is a short story about a young man named Walt Masters who through wise perception, luck and persistence made it to Dawson wth Loren Hall to save Loren Hall's claim...  

Blood for blood, rank for rank. Thlinket Code. "Hear now the death of Ligoun"... he speaker ceased, or rather suspended utterance, and gazed upon me with an eye of understanding. I held the bottle between our eyes and the fire, indicated with my thumb the depth of...

   "The coral waxes, the palm grows, but man departs."                                   --Tahitian proverb....

SCENE: A summer plain, the eastern side of which is bounded by grassy hills of limestone, the other sides by a forest. The hill nearest to the plain terminates in a cliff, in the face of which, nearly at the level of the ground, are four caves, with low, narrow entrances. Before the caves, and...

Never are there such departures as from the dock at Honolulu. The great transport lay with steam up, ready to pull out. A thousand persons were on her decks; five thousand stood on the wharf. Up and down the long gangway passed native princes and princesses, sugar kings and the high officials of the...

Law, order, and restraint had carved Frederick Travers' face. It was the strong, firm face of one used to power and who had used power with wisdom and discretion. Clean living had made the healthy skin, and the lines graved in it were honest lines. Hard and devoted work had left its wholesome handiwork,...

"Just our luck!" Gus Lafee finished wiping his hands and sullenly threw the towel upon the rocks. His attitude was one of deep dejection. The light seemed gone out of the day and the glory from the golden sun. Even the keen mountain air was devoid of relish, and the early morning no longer yielded its customary zest...

"Huh! Drive four horses! I wouldn't sit behind you--not for a thousand dollars--over them mountain roads." So said Henry, and he ought to have known, for he drives four horses himself. Said another Glen Ellen friend: "What? London? He drive four horses? Can't drive one!"...

  "And it's blow, ye winds, heigh-ho,   For Cal-i-for-ni-o;   For there's plenty of gold so I've been told,   On the banks of the Sacramento!" It was only a little boy, singing in a shrill treble the sea chantey which seamen sing the wide world...

There is a woman in the state of Nevada to whom I once lied continuously, consistently, and shamelessly, for the matter of a couple of hours. I don't want to apologize to her. Far be it from me. But I do want to explain. Unfortunately, I do not know her name, much less her present address. If her...

It was in the A. C. Company's big store at Dawson, on a morning of crisp frost, that Lucille Arral beckoned Smoke Bellew over to the dry-goods counter. The clerk had gone on an expedition into the storerooms, and, despite the huge, red-hot stoves, Lucille had drawn on her mittens again. Smoke...

"Talkin' of bear..." The Klondike King paused meditatively, and the group on the hotel porch hitched their chairs up closer. "Talkin' of bear," he went on, "now up in the Northern Country there are various kinds... 

She met him at the door. "I did not think you would be so early." "It is half past eight." He looked at his watch. "The train leaves at 9.12." He was very businesslike, until he saw her lips tremble as she abruptly turned and led the way. "It'll...

Mr. Caravan , modest office worker, leads a life for thirty years set as clockwork , every night in the tram that brings him back to Courbevoie, he discusses with Mr Chenet , a so-called doctor, Domino party to coffee, then he goes home he found Ms. Caravan , her two children and her mother's ninety...