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That’s it, Jack. Let her out!”

“Suffering speed laws of Squantum, but she can travel!” exclaimed Dick Donovan, redheaded and voluble.

“I tell you, electricity is the thing. Beats gasoline a million ways,” chimed in Tom Jesson. Tom sat beside his cousin, Jack Chadwick, on the driver’s seat of a curious-looking automobile which was whizzing down the smooth, broad, green-bordered road that led to Nestorville, the small town outside Boston where the Boy Inventors made their home.

The campfire for ages has been the place of council and friendship and story-telling. The mystic glow of the fire quickens the mind, warms the heart, awakens memories of happy, glowing tales that fairly leap to the lips. The Boy Scouts of America has incorporated the “campfire” in its program for council and friendship and story-telling. In one volume, the Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories makes available to scoutmasters and other leaders a goodly number of stories worthy of their attention, and when well told likely to arrest and hold the interest of boys in their early teens, when “stirs the blood—to bubble in the veins.”

This volume completes the series of “The Boy Travellers in the Far East.” It attempts to describe Ceylon and India, together with Borneo, the Philippine Islands, and Burmah, in the same manner that the preceding volumes gave an account of Japan, China, Siam, Java, Cochin-China, Cambodia, and the Malay Archipelago.
Frank and Fred have continued their journey under the guidance of Doctor Bronson, and the plan of their travels is identical with that previously followed. The words of the last preface may be repeated in this: “The incidents of the narrative were mainly the experiences of the author at a recent date; and the descriptions of countries, cities, temples, people, manners, and customs are nearly all from his personal observations and notes. He has endeavored to give a faithful account of Ceylon, India, Burmah, and the Philippine Islands as they appear to-day, and trusts that the only fiction of the book is in the names of the individuals who tell the story.”

“IN THE preparation of this book the author has tried to give an interesting account of the invention and workings of a few of the machines and mechanical processes that are making the history of our time more wonderful and more dramatic than that of any other age since the world began. For heroic devotion to science in the face of danger and the scorn of their fellowmen, there is no class who have made a better record than inventors. Most inventions, too, are far more than scientific calculation, and it is the human story of the various factors in this great age of invention that is here set forth for boy readers.” -Preface

A. Fraser Robertson’s book ‘The Boyhood of Great Inventors’ was first published in the year 1904. This book gives a biographical account of these great inventors’ boyhood.

“Where did you get that stickpin, Frank?”
“Bought it at Mace’s jewelry store.”
“You are getting extravagant.”
“I hardly think so, aunt, and I don’t believe you would think so, either, if you knew all the circumstances.”
“Circumstances do not alter cases when a boy is a spendthrift.”
“I won’t argue with you, aunt. You have your ideas and I have mine. Of course, I bought the stickpin, but it was with money I had earned.”
The aunt sniffed in a vague way. The boy left the house, looking irritated and unhappy.

Six years ago a Royal Commission, under the presidency of Lord Hartington, was known to be inquiring into the administration of the national defence. There was much talk in the newspapers about the Prussian staff, and many were the advocates of its imitation in this country. Very few of those who took part in the discussions seemed to know what the Prussian staff was, and I thought it might be useful to the Royal Commission and to the public to have a true account of that institution, written in plain English, so that any one could understand it. The essay was published on the 11th of February, 1890, the day on which the Report of Lord Hartington’s Commission was signed.

As any scientific theory, it is a symbolic model. Any symbolic model is based on a limited number of basic terms and a limited number of basic relations between the basic terms.

For the basic terms and only for them, there are accepted descriptive definitions. All the others terms are generated by the model, together with their normal definitions. These definitions are generated by the model by logical and mathematical procedures.

These are the basic characteristics of any scientific theory and so, I follow the procedures described above, to make a theory on the basic hardware functions of the brain.

This theory is in a total opposition with all the actual sciences associated with the functions of the brain. The present sciences, associated with the functions of the brain, are not based on a single fundamental model. In this way, as my theory will be accepted, all what it was already written in the actual sciences associated with the functions of the brain, have to be re-written or forgotten.

A Broadway three-act drama written by American mystery novelist Mary Roberts Rinehart, ‘The Breaking Point’. It was first produced by Wagenhals and Collin Kemper and staged by Kemper in the year 1923.

A collection of several short fairy tales by the noted Scottish poet, novelist, literary critic, and anthropologist Andrew Lang. These tales are first English translations of fairy tales from many different languages. This volume was published in a colour-coded manner with brown at the background of each of the pages. He published around 25 such volumes with different colour codes for each. These volumes got immensely popular at that pont of time.

“Once upon a time, a long while ago—in fact long before Egypt had risen to power and before Rome or Greece had ever been heard of—and that was some time before you were born, you know—there was a king who reigned over a very large and powerful kingdom.
“Now this king was rather old, he had founded his kingdom himself, and he had reigned over it nine hundred and ninety-nine and a half years already. As I have said before, it was a very large kingdom, for it contained, among other things, the whole of the western half of the world. The rest of the world was divided into smaller kingdoms, and each kingdom was ruled over by separate princes, who, however, were none of them so old as Intafernes, as he was called.” -an excerpt

The object of the editors of this series is a very definite one. They desire above all things that, in their humble way, these books shall be the ambassadors of good-will and understanding between East and West, the old world of Thought, and the new of Action. In this endeavour, and in their own sphere, they are but followers of the highest example in the land. They are confident that a deeper knowledge of the great ideals and lofty philosophy of Oriental thought may help to a revival of that true spirit of Charity which neither despises nor fears the nations of another creed and colour.

“In 1962, the United States Air Force found itself possessed of a formidable tool of battle, a radar resistant airplane. While this was the occasion for much rejoicing among the Defense Department members who were cleared for Top Secret, this national-defense solution merely posed a greater problem: What should we do with it?” -an excerpt

A suspense short story written by the world famous English author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, ‘The Cabman’s Story’ is a story of what all mysterious things did a cab driver in London saw.

The Call of the Canyon’ is one of Zane Grey’s most powerful novels. It is filled to the brim with adventure and romance. In the novel, Grey draws a sharp contrast between the decadent decline his protagonist sees in the cities of the East Coast and the hardworking pioneers forging new opportunities in the West.

It was a crisp evening in October and the Winnebagos were having their Work Meeting at the Bradford house, as the guests of Dorothy Bradford, or “Hinpoha,” as she was known in the Winnebago circle. Here were all the girls we left standing on the boat dock at Loon Lake, looking just the same as when we saw them last, a trifle less sunburned perhaps, but just as full of life and spirit. Scissors, needles and crochet hooks flew fast as the seven girls and their Guardian sat around the cheerful wood fire in the library. Sahwah was tatting, Gladys and Migwan were embroidering, and Miss Kent, familiarly known as “Nyoda,” the Guardian of the Winnebago group, was “mending her hole-proof hose,” as she laughingly expressed it. The three more quiet girls in the circle, Nakwisi the Star Maiden, Chapa the Chipmunk, and Medmangi the Medicine Man Girl, were working out their various symbols in crochet patterns. Hinpoha was down on the floor popping corn over the glowing logs and turning over a row of apples which had been set before the fireplace to warm. The firelight streaming over her red curls made them shine like burning embers, until it seemed as if some of the fire had escaped from the grate and was playing around her face. Every few minutes she reached out her hand and dealt a gentle slap on the nose of “Mr. Bob,” a young cocker spaniel attached to the house of Bradford, who persistently tried to take the apples in his mouth. Nyoda finally came to the rescue and diverted his attention by giving him her darning egg to chew. The room was filled with the light-hearted chatter of the girls. Sahwah was relating with many giggles, how she had gotten into a scrape at school.

The Canterbury Tales’ is a collection of 24 stories written by Geoffrey Chaucer. In 1386, Chaucer became Controller of Customs and Justice of Peace and, three years later, Clerk of the King’s work. It was during these years that Chaucer began working on his most famous text, ‘The Canterbury Tales’. The tales are presented as part of a story-telling contest by a group of pilgrims as they travel together on a journey from London to Canterbury to visit the shrine of Saint Thomas Becket. The prize for this contest is a free meal at the Tabard Inn at Southwark on their return.

Although Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is best known as the creator of the brilliant fictional detective Sherlock Holmes, the author tried his hand at a number of different genres before perfecting the detective story. ‘The Captain of the Polestar’ showcases a different, but equally engrossing, side of the author’s undeniable talent for fiction.

Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust was a French novelist, critic, and essayist best known for his monumental novel À la recherche du temps perdu, published in seven parts between 1913 and 1927.

Excitement and anticipation are rife in the New World – it is a land offering new beginnings and new opportunities. Yet it is also a land of intrigue, deception and deadly opposition. Centred on the rich and fertile soils of Carolina at the time of the American War of Independence, ‘The Carolinian ‘charts the interwoven stories of a host of characters.

“Lots of guys think they’ll make it. I did once myself. Look at me now. I’m no good in the ships any more, so they bust me back to port hand. It’s too damn easy to throw your credits away in the crumb-joints.”

The Categories’ is one of Aristotle’s most discussed and revised notions. It places every object of human apprehension under one of ten categories known to medieval writers as predicaments. Aristotle intended them to enumerate everything that can be expressed without composition or structure, thus anything that can be either the subject or the predicate of a proposition.

In this volume I have attempted to give an architectural description of all the cathedral churches of England, Wales, and Scotland, together with a brief history of each see. In order to include any adequate account of each church and bishopric in one volume of portable size, which may be of use to visitors in their travels, much compression has been necessary, but it is hoped that nothing of importance has been omitted which might be useful to those who would read aright the architectural history of our great churches. On account of their immense importance in the history of Gothic art, it has been thought well to include in this volume some account of the churches of Westminster and Beverley. At the close of each history of a cathedral will be found a record of the principal building dates and dimensions, and also a brief account of the chief places and churches of interest in the city or neighbourhood which it is advisable to visit.

The dim shadow of the thing was but a blur against the dim shadows of the wood behind it.
The young man could distinguish no outline that might mark the presence as either brute or human.
He could see no eyes, yet he knew that somewhere from out of that noiseless mass stealthy eyes were fixed upon him.
This was the fourth time that the thing had crept out from the wood as darkness was settling—the fourth time during those three horrible weeks since he had been cast upon that lonely shore that he had watched, terror-stricken, while night engulfed the shadowy form that lurked at the forest’s edge.
It had never attacked him, but to his distorted imagination it seemed to slink closer and closer as night fell—waiting, always waiting for the moment that it might find him unprepared.

The Charterhouse of Parma is a compelling novel of passion and daring, of prisons and heroic escape, of political chicanery and sublime personal courage. Set at the beginning of the nineteenth century, amidst the golden landscapes of northern Italy, it traces the joyous but ill-starred amorous exploits of a handsome young aristocrat called Fabrice del Dongo, and of his incomparable aunt Gina, her suitor Prime Minister Mosca, and Clélia, a heroine of ethereal beauty and earthly passion.

From the primitive pine-torch to the paraffin candle, how wide an interval! between them how vast a contrast! The means adopted by man to illuminate his home at night, stamp at once his position in the scale of civilisation. The fluid bitumen of the far East, blazing in rude vessels of baked earth; the Etruscan lamp, exquisite in form, yet ill adapted to its office; the whale, seal, or bear fat, filling the hut of the Esquimaux or Lap with odour rather than light; the huge wax candle on the glittering altar, the range of gas lamps in our streets,—all have their stories to tell. All, if they could speak (and, after their own manner, they can), might warm our hearts in telling, how they have ministered to man’s comfort, love of home, toil, and devotion. -Preface

A room which is still called the nursery. One of the doors leads into ANYA’S room. It is close on sunrise. It is May. The cherry-trees are in flower but it is chilly in the garden. There is an early frost. The windows of the room are shut. DUNYASHA comes in with a candle, and LOPAKHIN with a book in his hand.

LOPAKHIN. The train’s arrived, thank God. What’s the time?

DUNYASHA. It will soon be two. [Blows out candle] It is light already.

LOPAKHIN. How much was the train late? Two hours at least. [Yawns and stretches himself] I have made a rotten mess of it! I came here on purpose to meet them at the station, and then overslept myself . . . in my chair. It’s a pity. I wish you’d wakened me.

DUNYASHA. I thought you’d gone away. [Listening] I think I hear them coming.

The Child and Childhood in Folk Thought (the Child in Primative Culture) by Alexander Francis.

I have distinguished these two aspects of the work, only, as it were, to join them again, in emphasising that the best
work is done by those who are moved to action by both. The Society for the Protection of Children in Western
India has kept both objects equally clearly in view, to profit society by preventing the wastage of its children, and
to cleanse society by righting a grievous wrong. As the Knight of old in the days of chivalry considered no reward
for his success in a difficult enterprise more meet than to be entrusted with one even more difficult, so I feel sure,
in congratulating the Society for the Protection of Children in Western India on its coming of age, that it will desire
no better wish from me than that its successful labours in the past may be but the prelude to even more laborious and
even more successful days in the future.

Covering a time span of over ten years, this novel follows the fortunes of the mining neighborhood of Aberfoyle close to Stirling, Scotland. Receiving a letter from an ancient colleague, mining engineer James Starr units off for the historic Aberfoyle mine and from the outset, mysterious and unexplained happenings begin to appear round the principal characters.