6 Ergebnisse.

Excerpt from The Yale Literary Magazine, Vol. 40: November, 1874In reading the true novel you are identified with many of its characters. For the time being you live their life, you hope and despond with them. But the deceit of the stage is never so perfect. The greatest triumph of the actor is to make his audience forget that he acts. The novelist, on the other hand, can make you not only forget that his characters are fictitious, but, should...

Excerpt from The Yale Literary Magazine, Vol. 40: February, 1875Here we are once again on the merry old lake Where a few months ago we were gallantly rowing Yet what's an oar now but a clumsy Old stake Since we've found such an expedite method of going? For now we go sliding and whirling and gliding And darting like phantoms and fairies along, With motions so airy and voices so merry, The hills seem to dance as they echo our song.About the Pub...

James W. Brooks packed several lifetimes of adventure into his sixty-five years in Alaska - working as a fisherman, trapper, musher, miner, wartime flyer, bush pilot, and whale biologist. In a beautifully written memoir, Brooks tells of being drawn to the North, where he lived off the land in the final years of the Territory of Alaska. Later, he served as commissioner of fish and game under two governors. Literally, Brooks lived and worked amo...

Keine Beschreibung.

Excerpt from The Yale Literary Magazine, Vol. 40: February, 1875 Here we are once again on the merry old lake Where a few months ago we were gallantly rowing Yet what's an oar now but a clumsy Old stake Since we've found such an expedite method of going? For now we go sliding and whirling and gliding And darting like phantoms and fairies along, With motions so airy and voices so merry, The hills seem to dance as they echo our song. About the...

The Hopi community of Awat'ovi existed peacefully on Arizona's Antelope Mesa for generations until one bleak morning in the fall of 1700-raiders from nearby Hopi villages descended on Awat'ovi, slaughtering their neighboring men, women, and children. While little of the pueblo itself remains, five centuries of history lie beneath the low rises of sandstone masonry, and theories about the events of that night are as persistent as the desert win...