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Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Twenty Years in Europe A Consul-General's Memories of Noted People, with Letters From General W. T. Sherman [Kindle Edition]
Twenty Years in Europe A Consul-General's Memories of Noted People, with Letters From General W. T. Sherman [Kindle Edition]
Samuel H. M. Byers (Author)
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H86QL6G
Pages:355
While staying in Switzerland and Italy as a consular officer, during a period of well on to twenty years, I kept a diary of my life. Without being a copy of the diary, this book is made up from its pages and from my own recollections of men, scenes, and events. It was during an interesting period, too. There were stirring times in Europe. Two great wars took place; one great empire was born; another became a republic; and the country of Victor Emmanuel changed from a lot of petty dukedoms to a free Italy. It seemed a great period everywhere, and everything of men and events jotted down at such a time would of necessity have its interest. This book is not a history--only some recollections and some letters.
Among the letters are some fifty from General Sherman, whose intimate friendship I enjoyed from the war times till the day of his death. They are printed with permission of those now interested, and they may be regarded as in a way supplementary to the series of more public letters of General Sherman printed by me in the North American Review during his lifetime. They possess the added interest that must attach to the intimate letters of friendship coming from a brilliant mind. Their publication can only help to lift the veil a little from a life that was as true and good in private as it was noble in public.
While staying in Switzerland and Italy as a consular officer, during a period of well on to twenty years, I kept a diary of my life. Without being a copy of the diary, this book is made up from its pages and from my own recollections of men, scenes, and events. It was during an interesting period, too. There were stirring times in Europe. Two great wars took place; one great empire was born; another became a republic; and the country of Victor Emmanuel changed from a lot of petty dukedoms to a free Italy. It seemed a great period everywhere, and everything of men and events jotted down at such a time would of necessity have its interest. This book is not a history--only some recollections and some letters.
Among the letters are some fifty from General Sherman, whose intimate friendship I enjoyed from the war times till the day of his death. They are printed with permission of those now interested, and they may be regarded as in a way supplementary to the series of more public letters of General Sherman printed by me in the North American Review during his lifetime. They possess the added interest that must attach to the intimate letters of friendship coming from a brilliant mind. Their publication can only help to lift the veil a little from a life that was as true and good in private as it was noble in public.
The Mystery of Carlitos Mexican Mystery Stories #2 [Kindle Edition]
The Mystery of Carlitos Mexican Mystery Stories #2 [Kindle Edition]
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H8BFR4S
THE MYSTERIOUS BLUE-EYED BOY
Jo Ann jerked the crude, hand-made chair off the oxcart and set it down in the shade of the thatched roof of the house.
“Your throne’s ready, Your Majesty,” she called over gaily to the pale, worn-looking Mrs. Blackwell whose daughter Florence was helping her off the burro.
“Whoever heard of a throne looking like that?” laughed the slender, hazel-eyed girl beside Jo Ann. “Wait a minute.” She spread a bright rainbow-hued Mexican blanket over the chair. “Now that looks more like a throne.”
[8]
Jo Ann nodded her dark curly bob. “You’re right, Peg—as usual.” She turned to Mrs. Blackwell. “I know you’re dead tired. That long automobile trip over the rough roads was bad enough, but the ride up the mountain on that poky donkey was worse yet.”
“Poky’s the word,” put in Florence, her blue eyes twinkling. “That burro, or donkey as you call it, is all Mexican—slow but sure.”
Just as she had finished speaking, the burro flapped his ears, threw back his head, and brayed such a knowing “heehaw” that the girls laughed merrily and even Mrs. Blackwell smiled broadly.
Jo Ann jerked the crude, hand-made chair off the oxcart and set it down in the shade of the thatched roof of the house.
“Your throne’s ready, Your Majesty,” she called over gaily to the pale, worn-looking Mrs. Blackwell whose daughter Florence was helping her off the burro.
“Whoever heard of a throne looking like that?” laughed the slender, hazel-eyed girl beside Jo Ann. “Wait a minute.” She spread a bright rainbow-hued Mexican blanket over the chair. “Now that looks more like a throne.”
[8]
Jo Ann nodded her dark curly bob. “You’re right, Peg—as usual.” She turned to Mrs. Blackwell. “I know you’re dead tired. That long automobile trip over the rough roads was bad enough, but the ride up the mountain on that poky donkey was worse yet.”
“Poky’s the word,” put in Florence, her blue eyes twinkling. “That burro, or donkey as you call it, is all Mexican—slow but sure.”
Just as she had finished speaking, the burro flapped his ears, threw back his head, and brayed such a knowing “heehaw” that the girls laughed merrily and even Mrs. Blackwell smiled broadly.
White Dandy; or, Master and I A Horse's Story [Kindle Edition]
White Dandy; or, Master and I A Horse's Story [Kindle Edition]
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H8CJYTQ
Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face and says: "We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter." Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes—a look that I know so well—and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred—his brother and partner—sometimes says: "Don't be a fool over that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us." But the latter smiles and shakes his head: "Dandy has seen hard service enough and earned a peaceful old age."
Fred sneers. He says he has no patience with "Dick's nonsense;" but then he was in Europe when the tragedy[Pg 2] occurred, and besides I suppose it takes the romance and sentiment out of a man to have two wives, raise three bad boys and bury one willful daughter, to say nothing of the grandson he has on his hands now; and I might add further that he is a vastly different man from Dick anyway.
Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face and says: "We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter." Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes—a look that I know so well—and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred—his brother and partner—sometimes says: "Don't be a fool over that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us." But the latter smiles and shakes his head: "Dandy has seen hard service enough and earned a peaceful old age."
Fred sneers. He says he has no patience with "Dick's nonsense;" but then he was in Europe when the tragedy[Pg 2] occurred, and besides I suppose it takes the romance and sentiment out of a man to have two wives, raise three bad boys and bury one willful daughter, to say nothing of the grandson he has on his hands now; and I might add further that he is a vastly different man from Dick anyway.
Robin Hood 1954 addition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H92WM44
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H8ZKDLQ
I.W. Publications was an American company that started publishing in 1958, and stopped in 1963/64. The company was part of I.W. Enterprises, and named for the company’s owner, Israel Waldman. It was notable for publishing unauthorized reprints of other company’s properties, especially Quality Comics. The company later published comics under the ‘Super Comics’ name. There were five issues of Robin Hood all apparently published in 1958.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H8ZKDLQ
I.W. Publications was an American company that started publishing in 1958, and stopped in 1963/64. The company was part of I.W. Enterprises, and named for the company’s owner, Israel Waldman. It was notable for publishing unauthorized reprints of other company’s properties, especially Quality Comics. The company later published comics under the ‘Super Comics’ name. There were five issues of Robin Hood all apparently published in 1958.
Amazing man comics
Amazing Man Comics
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H8ZKDLQ
Pages:70
John Aman is taken prisoner by a mysterious "Big Boss" and his gang, who have kidnapped the daughter of a copper magnate for ransom. However, The Great Question turns Aman into the Green Mist and uses him to terrorize the girl's father into paying the ransom, but the good side of Aman wins out and the girl is saved.
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