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Reducing subject-womenPioneers-gutenberg === reduce.pl bib === id = 16623 author = Stewart, Elinore Pruitt title = Letters of a Woman Homesteader date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 49405 sentences = 3247 flesch = 91 summary = got the poor baby dressed a second little one came. They took the body to the little home he had made, and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy went to the Edmonsons' to do what she could there. At last the time came and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy went after the parents. came she went to a sheep-man and told him she would help cook for his After supper Cora Belle and I washed the dishes while Mrs. O'Shaughnessy laid out the little clothes. turned every way like a proud little bird, she went to work. catch the wagons before camping-time unless we drove very hard, so Mr. Stewart said we would go by the Edmonsons' and spend the night there. "Oh," I said, "I knew you were going." "Who tell it ye?" "A little I wish I had not, for every time I look at them I think of poor little cache = ./cache/16623.txt txt = ./txt/16623.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 16551 author = Belasco, David title = The Girl of the Golden West date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 75825 sentences = 5130 flesch = 87 summary = In an instant the light went out of the Girl's eyes, and her face was as "I say, Nick, have you saw the Girl?" asked Trinidad in a low voice, which he took from his pocket, turned to the Girl and said with great At those words a wondering look shone in the Girl's eyes, and she asked "Boys," declared the Sheriff, his eye never leaving Johnson's face, "Look here," said the Girl, suddenly perching herself upon the table, ways of the outside world; and when the man looked at the Girl with the The man's eyes swept the Girl's figure; he looked puzzled, and asked: The Girl's eyes opened wide, but they did not look at the Sheriff. then, pointing to the door, his eyes never leaving the Girl's face, he At length, fixing a look upon the Girl, Rance rose and said cache = ./cache/16551.txt txt = ./txt/16551.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 17789 author = Parrish, Randall title = Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old Frontier date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 79905 sentences = 6038 flesch = 87 summary = The man unconsciously put one hand to his hair, his eyes laughing. good as dead, and Hamlin shot twice, and only ten cartridges left. Hamlin took the card in his hands, studied the face a moment, and then Hamlin's face became grave, his eyes also, turning toward the river. The Sergeant's eyes smiled, turning away from her face to stare out The Sergeant grasped the girl's hand, his own eyes barely The Sergeant bent his head, and then lifted his gray eyes to the girl's The Sergeant held his hat in his hand, his eyes meeting her own "Yes," her eyes still upon the Sergeant's uncovered face, "I am coming. his eyes looking straight ahead, his hand gripping his horse's bit. man's eyes were open, were staring in bewilderment at the faces. The man shuffled uneasily, but the Sergeant's right hand came to a cache = ./cache/17789.txt txt = ./txt/17789.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 4389 author = Moodie, Susanna title = Roughing It in the Bush date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 182283 sentences = 9325 flesch = 80 summary = her last night." (I thought of the old adage.) "Mrs. Moodie, your very little girl," said my sister; "but I have not time to tell you night--the dear boy was better, so I told old Jenny, my Irish "Poor Tom," said I, "he has passed a horrible day, but the worst the rheumatics, and some old woman told him that good spring water "Ha!" said the old woman, laughing and rubbing her hands together; "Shut the door, man," said Moodie, whose long scrutiny of the One day he sent the lad with a note to our house, to know if Moodie We spent six days in the woods, and the little man filled place, which little kindness quite won the heart of the old man, and from the old country, who, naturally enough, thought he would like "Och, my dear heart, you will be lost in the woods!" said old Jenny. cache = ./cache/4389.txt txt = ./txt/4389.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 13559 author = Traill, Catharine Parr Strickland title = The Backwoods of Canada Being Letters from the Wife of an Emigrant Officer, Illustrative of the Domestic Economy of British America date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 89639 sentences = 3919 flesch = 73 summary = Country.--Rice Lake.--Indian Habits.--Voyage up the Otanabee.--Loghouse, and its Inmates.--Passage boat.--Journey on foot to Peterborough Team.--Arrival at a Log-house on the Banks of a Lake.--Settlement, and Indian Summer, and setting-in of Winter.--Process of clearing the Land Fruits of the Country.--Walks on the Ice.--Situation of the House.--Lake they are bound, and if they make the rude wave their home and restingplace during the long day and dark night; and then I recall to mind the as the barn-like form of the buildings of this kind, and the little walls; and as to the little farm-houses, they are uglier still, and look wild land thirty years ago, nothing but Indian hunting-grounds. Lake.--Indian Habits.--Voyage up the Otanabee.--Log-house, and its absence of trees about the dwelling-houses and cleared lands; the axe of There is another pretty trailing plant, with delicate little funnelshaped flowers, and a profusion of small dark green round buds, slightly cache = ./cache/13559.txt txt = ./txt/13559.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 38551 author = Gilman, Charlotte Perkins title = The Crux: A Novel date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 55069 sentences = 4528 flesch = 88 summary = "My daughter, Vivian, Mrs. Williams," said her mother; and the other mother said quietly, "A girl's place is at home--'till she marries." "You're going to see your Saint--I know!" said Miss Susie, tossing her "I do hope, Viva," said her mother, "that you're not letting that Dr. Bellair put foolish ideas into your head." "I have some real good friends--boys, I mean," Susie agreed, looking "I don't see what this has to do with going to Colorado," said Mrs. Pettigrew, looking from one to the other with a keen, observing eye. Good evening, Mrs. Pettigrew--and Miss Susie. "I think you're dead right, Mrs. Pettigrew," said Dr. Bellair. particularly wants you, Mrs. Pettigrew--and Miss Elder--the girls, of Mrs. Pettigrew insisted on playing with Miss Elder, so Vivian had the "Come out into the dining-room," said Miss Orella, after Dr. Hale had "My dear Miss Elder!" she said, coming forward; "and Vivian! cache = ./cache/38551.txt txt = ./txt/38551.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 17598 author = Parrish, Randall title = Beth Norvell: A Romance of the West date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 85936 sentences = 6518 flesch = 86 summary = young fellow, with clean-shaven face, and a pair of dark-gray eyes that beneath her cheek, her eyes closed, the long, dark lashes clearly For a brief moment the surprised man stood hesitating, hat in hand. Winston permitted his cool gray eyes to brighten, his firmly set lips hands clasped, her dark eyes eagerly reading his face as though these fellow Brown proved dead easy when she once got her black eyes playing instant her eyes wavered, then came back to the man's sneering face. fellow, with his sober eyes and good-natured face, which gave her great hand, bending down to look into her face, half hidden beneath the Winston's gray eyes, grave with thought, were upon the man's face, but eyes wandering from the face of the sheriff to that of Winston. She glanced almost shyly up into his shadowed face, her black eyes like cache = ./cache/17598.txt txt = ./txt/17598.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 1239 author = Grey, Zane title = The Spirit of the Border: A Romance of the Early Settlers in the Ohio Valley date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 90246 sentences = 7149 flesch = 89 summary = "Yes, Joe, and right glad I am to find you," answered the young man, "Already up to your old tricks?" asked Jim, with his hand on Joe's "Is Fort Henry near the Indian towns?" asked Joe. After elbowing his way into the group, Joe saw the Indian holding "Beautiful!" impetuously said Nell, looking up at Joe. A quick flash Jim had been on his way to teach the Indians of the white man's God. Jim sat with drooping head; his face was sad, and evidently he took Joe saw the Indian guard leaning against a tree, asleep. "Girty nigh did fer you," remarked Wetzel, examining Joe's wound. Joe turned and looked in his brother's eyes. "Come--we'll find Colonel Zane," said Joe, opening the door. As they went out Joe saw the Indian guide standing in exactly the "White Chief is idle to-day," said Half King, speaking in the Indian cache = ./cache/1239.txt txt = ./txt/1239.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 1261 author = Grey, Zane title = Betty Zane date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 102615 sentences = 7849 flesch = 90 summary = "Betty, you must not excite him," said Colonel Zane. "Saved his life, of course," said Colonel Zane, answering for Isaac. But the Indians and Colonel Zane, Jonathan, Wetzel and others only two eligible young men at the fort," said Betty, with a laugh. evidence of my own eyes," said Colonel Zane, with a laugh, as Betty "Come to think of it, I believe I have missed Betty," said Col. Zane, gravely. In due time Col. Zane's men returned and Betty learned from Jonathan I believe it's an Indian," said Col. Zane. Once more alone with Betty, the Indian girl turned to her with eyes truth," said Col. Zane, as he, his brothers and Betty and Myeerah "Betty, would you mind going over to the Fort and relieving Mrs. Martin an hour or two?" said Mrs. Zane one day as she came home, "Well, Betty, what do you think?" said Col. Zane, stopping before cache = ./cache/1261.txt txt = ./txt/1261.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 746 author = London, Jack title = Burning Daylight date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 116579 sentences = 8065 flesch = 88 summary = Few men knew Elam Harnish by any other name than Burning Daylight, the "I sure got it to-night," Burning Daylight answered with enthusiasm, When Burning Daylight went on the tear, no man cared to miss "And I'm sure going to win, and sixty days is a long time between "I think we come near sixty miles," said Daylight. trail largely by instinct; and Daylight knew that his time-estimate had passed that camp next day Daylight paused only long enough to get the places where Daylight might look forward to meeting men. The time passed, and Daylight played on at the game. for a big man like Daylight. that old-time Daylight who had come down out of the North to try his things took time, and Dede and Daylight were not in a hurry. And Daylight, like the old man he once had met, himself went down the cache = ./cache/746.txt txt = ./txt/746.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9932 author = Grey, Zane title = The Last Trail date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 73740 sentences = 6006 flesch = 90 summary = "Come, let us walk," Colonel Zane said abruptly, and, with Mr. Sheppard, followed the girls down the path. "Say, Sheppard, look here," said Colonel Zane, on the return to his "Say, Jack," Colonel Zane said suddenly, "do you connect Brandt in any "Where did you come from?" asked Helen, looking up at Jonathan. "I wondered what kept you so late," Colonel Zane said to Jonathan, as Helen saw a cold face, deathly in its pallor, lighted by eyes Colonel Zane saw Mabel start, and a dark red flush came over her pale Jonathan Zane looked down into her great, dark, wonderful eyes with an hoping to find Colonel Zane at home, and with Jonathan, for Brandt's "Good morning, Colonel Zane," said Helen cheerily, coming into the "Do you think Jonathan and Wetzel will catch Brandt?" asked Helen, "Looks like a man," said Jonathan. behind Colonel Zane and Jonathan, and Helen Sheppard appeared, white, cache = ./cache/9932.txt txt = ./txt/9932.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 20418 author = Laut, Agnes C. title = Lords of the North date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 105216 sentences = 7920 flesch = 89 summary = Hudson's Bay man asked such pointed questions on North-West business, "Uncle," I broke out when the Hudson's Bay man had gone home, "how old Then I stopped; for Hamilton was like a palsied man, and no one asked "Cheer up, old man!" said I to Eric, who was sitting with face buried in Hamilton had not yet come; so I felt much like the man whom a gloomy out," said Hamilton, opening the lodge door; and the old squaw presently Comes a time when they tarry over long in the white man's lodge. fort, jostling me along between the red-faced man and Louis Laplante. The man was an Indian, but his face I could not see; for one hand fort were being handed to the Nor'-Westers and the Hudson's Bay men had "Have the Indians passed, or are they to come?" I asked Louis as Mr. Sutherland and Eric settled themselves in a swift, light canoe, leaving cache = ./cache/20418.txt txt = ./txt/20418.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 38019 author = Rice, Alfred Ernest title = An Oregon Girl: A Tale of American Life in the New West date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 78699 sentences = 5844 flesch = 85 summary = "You are coming, too," said Mrs. Thorpe, turning to Hazel and Mr. Corway. Rutley and Mrs. Thorpe had scarcely gone when Hazel exclaimed: "Well! Mrs. Harris turned sharply and emphatically exclaimed: "Yes, Sam. In Hazel and Corway were following Rutley, when John Thorpe attracted the As Mr. Corway and Mrs. Harris passed down the steps, John Thorpe and Passing a few feet near them were John Thorpe and Mrs. Harris, who had lord approve the answer?" replied John Thorpe, eyeing Rutley Virginia and Mrs. Harris remained with Constance, but Rutley made it As Mr. Harris and the doctor left the room Sam stood for a moment in "Well, here comes Sam, and--and--yes, it's Virginia Thorpe!" exclaimed Suddenly Sam became all attention, for he heard the voice of Mrs. Harris, who then reappeared with an open book in her hand. "Come on!" quietly exclaimed Sam Harris, who, with John Thorpe, stood cache = ./cache/38019.txt txt = ./txt/38019.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 23280 author = Shirley, Dame title = The Shirley Letters from California Mines in 1851-52 date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 79042 sentences = 4852 flesch = 78 summary = residing at Rich Bar at the time of Shirley's arrival, which was only a "Rich." Like many another California clipped place-name, the new name During their sojourn at Rich and Indian bars, Shirley and her husband letter, that said Bar forms a part of a mining settlement situated on river for many miles, commencing a little above Rich Bar. Sometimes _The_ NEW LOG-CABIN HOME _at_ INDIAN BAR _The_ NEW LOG-CABIN HOME _at_ INDIAN BAR _The_ NEW LOG-CABIN HOME _at_ INDIAN BAR Many new houses for public entertainment at Indian Bar. Sunday "swearing, drinking, gambling, and fighting". Many new houses for public entertainment at Indian Bar. Sunday "swearing, drinking, gambling, and fighting". Three weeks of excitement at Indian Bar. Murders, fearful accidents, Three weeks of excitement at Indian Bar. Murders, fearful accidents, Murder near Indian Bar. Innocent and harmless person arrested, said to Murder near Indian Bar. 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little said like; said wetzel zane; eyes face man; sympathetic rancho ees file(s): ./cache/746.txt, ./cache/13559.txt, ./cache/1261.txt, ./cache/17789.txt, ./cache/16623.txt titles(s): Burning Daylight | The Backwoods of Canada Being Letters from the Wife of an Emigrant Officer, Illustrative of the Domestic Economy of British America | Betty Zane | Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old Frontier | Letters of a Woman Homesteader Type: gutenberg title: subject-womenPioneers-gutenberg date: 2021-06-10 time: 17:06 username: emorgan patron: Eric Morgan email: emorgan@nd.edu input: facet_subject:"Women pioneers" ==== make-pages.sh htm files ==== make-pages.sh complex files ==== make-pages.sh named enities ==== making bibliographics id: 16551 author: Belasco, David title: The Girl of the Golden West date: words: 75825 sentences: 5130 pages: flesch: 87 cache: ./cache/16551.txt txt: ./txt/16551.txt summary: In an instant the light went out of the Girl''s eyes, and her face was as "I say, Nick, have you saw the Girl?" asked Trinidad in a low voice, which he took from his pocket, turned to the Girl and said with great At those words a wondering look shone in the Girl''s eyes, and she asked "Boys," declared the Sheriff, his eye never leaving Johnson''s face, "Look here," said the Girl, suddenly perching herself upon the table, ways of the outside world; and when the man looked at the Girl with the The man''s eyes swept the Girl''s figure; he looked puzzled, and asked: The Girl''s eyes opened wide, but they did not look at the Sheriff. then, pointing to the door, his eyes never leaving the Girl''s face, he At length, fixing a look upon the Girl, Rance rose and said id: 38551 author: Gilman, Charlotte Perkins title: The Crux: A Novel date: words: 55069 sentences: 4528 pages: flesch: 88 cache: ./cache/38551.txt txt: ./txt/38551.txt summary: "My daughter, Vivian, Mrs. Williams," said her mother; and the other mother said quietly, "A girl''s place is at home--''till she marries." "You''re going to see your Saint--I know!" said Miss Susie, tossing her "I do hope, Viva," said her mother, "that you''re not letting that Dr. Bellair put foolish ideas into your head." "I have some real good friends--boys, I mean," Susie agreed, looking "I don''t see what this has to do with going to Colorado," said Mrs. Pettigrew, looking from one to the other with a keen, observing eye. Good evening, Mrs. Pettigrew--and Miss Susie. "I think you''re dead right, Mrs. Pettigrew," said Dr. Bellair. particularly wants you, Mrs. Pettigrew--and Miss Elder--the girls, of Mrs. Pettigrew insisted on playing with Miss Elder, so Vivian had the "Come out into the dining-room," said Miss Orella, after Dr. Hale had "My dear Miss Elder!" she said, coming forward; "and Vivian! id: 1261 author: Grey, Zane title: Betty Zane date: words: 102615 sentences: 7849 pages: flesch: 90 cache: ./cache/1261.txt txt: ./txt/1261.txt summary: "Betty, you must not excite him," said Colonel Zane. "Saved his life, of course," said Colonel Zane, answering for Isaac. But the Indians and Colonel Zane, Jonathan, Wetzel and others only two eligible young men at the fort," said Betty, with a laugh. evidence of my own eyes," said Colonel Zane, with a laugh, as Betty "Come to think of it, I believe I have missed Betty," said Col. Zane, gravely. In due time Col. Zane''s men returned and Betty learned from Jonathan I believe it''s an Indian," said Col. Zane. Once more alone with Betty, the Indian girl turned to her with eyes truth," said Col. Zane, as he, his brothers and Betty and Myeerah "Betty, would you mind going over to the Fort and relieving Mrs. Martin an hour or two?" said Mrs. Zane one day as she came home, "Well, Betty, what do you think?" said Col. Zane, stopping before id: 1239 author: Grey, Zane title: The Spirit of the Border: A Romance of the Early Settlers in the Ohio Valley date: words: 90246 sentences: 7149 pages: flesch: 89 cache: ./cache/1239.txt txt: ./txt/1239.txt summary: "Yes, Joe, and right glad I am to find you," answered the young man, "Already up to your old tricks?" asked Jim, with his hand on Joe''s "Is Fort Henry near the Indian towns?" asked Joe. After elbowing his way into the group, Joe saw the Indian holding "Beautiful!" impetuously said Nell, looking up at Joe. A quick flash Jim had been on his way to teach the Indians of the white man''s God. Jim sat with drooping head; his face was sad, and evidently he took Joe saw the Indian guard leaning against a tree, asleep. "Girty nigh did fer you," remarked Wetzel, examining Joe''s wound. Joe turned and looked in his brother''s eyes. "Come--we''ll find Colonel Zane," said Joe, opening the door. As they went out Joe saw the Indian guide standing in exactly the "White Chief is idle to-day," said Half King, speaking in the Indian id: 9932 author: Grey, Zane title: The Last Trail date: words: 73740 sentences: 6006 pages: flesch: 90 cache: ./cache/9932.txt txt: ./txt/9932.txt summary: "Come, let us walk," Colonel Zane said abruptly, and, with Mr. Sheppard, followed the girls down the path. "Say, Sheppard, look here," said Colonel Zane, on the return to his "Say, Jack," Colonel Zane said suddenly, "do you connect Brandt in any "Where did you come from?" asked Helen, looking up at Jonathan. "I wondered what kept you so late," Colonel Zane said to Jonathan, as Helen saw a cold face, deathly in its pallor, lighted by eyes Colonel Zane saw Mabel start, and a dark red flush came over her pale Jonathan Zane looked down into her great, dark, wonderful eyes with an hoping to find Colonel Zane at home, and with Jonathan, for Brandt''s "Good morning, Colonel Zane," said Helen cheerily, coming into the "Do you think Jonathan and Wetzel will catch Brandt?" asked Helen, "Looks like a man," said Jonathan. behind Colonel Zane and Jonathan, and Helen Sheppard appeared, white, id: 20418 author: Laut, Agnes C. title: Lords of the North date: words: 105216 sentences: 7920 pages: flesch: 89 cache: ./cache/20418.txt txt: ./txt/20418.txt summary: Hudson''s Bay man asked such pointed questions on North-West business, "Uncle," I broke out when the Hudson''s Bay man had gone home, "how old Then I stopped; for Hamilton was like a palsied man, and no one asked "Cheer up, old man!" said I to Eric, who was sitting with face buried in Hamilton had not yet come; so I felt much like the man whom a gloomy out," said Hamilton, opening the lodge door; and the old squaw presently Comes a time when they tarry over long in the white man''s lodge. fort, jostling me along between the red-faced man and Louis Laplante. The man was an Indian, but his face I could not see; for one hand fort were being handed to the Nor''-Westers and the Hudson''s Bay men had "Have the Indians passed, or are they to come?" I asked Louis as Mr. Sutherland and Eric settled themselves in a swift, light canoe, leaving id: 746 author: London, Jack title: Burning Daylight date: words: 116579 sentences: 8065 pages: flesch: 88 cache: ./cache/746.txt txt: ./txt/746.txt summary: Few men knew Elam Harnish by any other name than Burning Daylight, the "I sure got it to-night," Burning Daylight answered with enthusiasm, When Burning Daylight went on the tear, no man cared to miss "And I''m sure going to win, and sixty days is a long time between "I think we come near sixty miles," said Daylight. trail largely by instinct; and Daylight knew that his time-estimate had passed that camp next day Daylight paused only long enough to get the places where Daylight might look forward to meeting men. The time passed, and Daylight played on at the game. for a big man like Daylight. that old-time Daylight who had come down out of the North to try his things took time, and Dede and Daylight were not in a hurry. And Daylight, like the old man he once had met, himself went down the id: 4389 author: Moodie, Susanna title: Roughing It in the Bush date: words: 182283 sentences: 9325 pages: flesch: 80 cache: ./cache/4389.txt txt: ./txt/4389.txt summary: her last night." (I thought of the old adage.) "Mrs. Moodie, your very little girl," said my sister; "but I have not time to tell you night--the dear boy was better, so I told old Jenny, my Irish "Poor Tom," said I, "he has passed a horrible day, but the worst the rheumatics, and some old woman told him that good spring water "Ha!" said the old woman, laughing and rubbing her hands together; "Shut the door, man," said Moodie, whose long scrutiny of the One day he sent the lad with a note to our house, to know if Moodie We spent six days in the woods, and the little man filled place, which little kindness quite won the heart of the old man, and from the old country, who, naturally enough, thought he would like "Och, my dear heart, you will be lost in the woods!" said old Jenny. id: 17598 author: Parrish, Randall title: Beth Norvell: A Romance of the West date: words: 85936 sentences: 6518 pages: flesch: 86 cache: ./cache/17598.txt txt: ./txt/17598.txt summary: young fellow, with clean-shaven face, and a pair of dark-gray eyes that beneath her cheek, her eyes closed, the long, dark lashes clearly For a brief moment the surprised man stood hesitating, hat in hand. Winston permitted his cool gray eyes to brighten, his firmly set lips hands clasped, her dark eyes eagerly reading his face as though these fellow Brown proved dead easy when she once got her black eyes playing instant her eyes wavered, then came back to the man''s sneering face. fellow, with his sober eyes and good-natured face, which gave her great hand, bending down to look into her face, half hidden beneath the Winston''s gray eyes, grave with thought, were upon the man''s face, but eyes wandering from the face of the sheriff to that of Winston. She glanced almost shyly up into his shadowed face, her black eyes like id: 17789 author: Parrish, Randall title: Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old Frontier date: words: 79905 sentences: 6038 pages: flesch: 87 cache: ./cache/17789.txt txt: ./txt/17789.txt summary: The man unconsciously put one hand to his hair, his eyes laughing. good as dead, and Hamlin shot twice, and only ten cartridges left. Hamlin took the card in his hands, studied the face a moment, and then Hamlin''s face became grave, his eyes also, turning toward the river. The Sergeant''s eyes smiled, turning away from her face to stare out The Sergeant grasped the girl''s hand, his own eyes barely The Sergeant bent his head, and then lifted his gray eyes to the girl''s The Sergeant held his hat in his hand, his eyes meeting her own "Yes," her eyes still upon the Sergeant''s uncovered face, "I am coming. his eyes looking straight ahead, his hand gripping his horse''s bit. man''s eyes were open, were staring in bewilderment at the faces. The man shuffled uneasily, but the Sergeant''s right hand came to a id: 38019 author: Rice, Alfred Ernest title: An Oregon Girl: A Tale of American Life in the New West date: words: 78699 sentences: 5844 pages: flesch: 85 cache: ./cache/38019.txt txt: ./txt/38019.txt summary: "You are coming, too," said Mrs. Thorpe, turning to Hazel and Mr. Corway. Rutley and Mrs. Thorpe had scarcely gone when Hazel exclaimed: "Well! Mrs. Harris turned sharply and emphatically exclaimed: "Yes, Sam. In Hazel and Corway were following Rutley, when John Thorpe attracted the As Mr. Corway and Mrs. Harris passed down the steps, John Thorpe and Passing a few feet near them were John Thorpe and Mrs. Harris, who had lord approve the answer?" replied John Thorpe, eyeing Rutley Virginia and Mrs. Harris remained with Constance, but Rutley made it As Mr. Harris and the doctor left the room Sam stood for a moment in "Well, here comes Sam, and--and--yes, it''s Virginia Thorpe!" exclaimed Suddenly Sam became all attention, for he heard the voice of Mrs. Harris, who then reappeared with an open book in her hand. "Come on!" quietly exclaimed Sam Harris, who, with John Thorpe, stood id: 23280 author: Shirley, Dame title: The Shirley Letters from California Mines in 1851-52 date: words: 79042 sentences: 4852 pages: flesch: 78 cache: ./cache/23280.txt txt: ./txt/23280.txt summary: residing at Rich Bar at the time of Shirley''s arrival, which was only a "Rich." Like many another California clipped place-name, the new name During their sojourn at Rich and Indian bars, Shirley and her husband letter, that said Bar forms a part of a mining settlement situated on river for many miles, commencing a little above Rich Bar. Sometimes _The_ NEW LOG-CABIN HOME _at_ INDIAN BAR _The_ NEW LOG-CABIN HOME _at_ INDIAN BAR _The_ NEW LOG-CABIN HOME _at_ INDIAN BAR Many new houses for public entertainment at Indian Bar. Sunday "swearing, drinking, gambling, and fighting". Many new houses for public entertainment at Indian Bar. Sunday "swearing, drinking, gambling, and fighting". Three weeks of excitement at Indian Bar. Murders, fearful accidents, Three weeks of excitement at Indian Bar. Murders, fearful accidents, Murder near Indian Bar. Innocent and harmless person arrested, said to Murder near Indian Bar. Innocent and harmless person arrested, said to id: 16623 author: Stewart, Elinore Pruitt title: Letters of a Woman Homesteader date: words: 49405 sentences: 3247 pages: flesch: 91 cache: ./cache/16623.txt txt: ./txt/16623.txt summary: got the poor baby dressed a second little one came. They took the body to the little home he had made, and Mrs. O''Shaughnessy went to the Edmonsons'' to do what she could there. At last the time came and Mrs. O''Shaughnessy went after the parents. came she went to a sheep-man and told him she would help cook for his After supper Cora Belle and I washed the dishes while Mrs. O''Shaughnessy laid out the little clothes. turned every way like a proud little bird, she went to work. catch the wagons before camping-time unless we drove very hard, so Mr. Stewart said we would go by the Edmonsons'' and spend the night there. "Oh," I said, "I knew you were going." "Who tell it ye?" "A little I wish I had not, for every time I look at them I think of poor little id: 13559 author: Traill, Catharine Parr Strickland title: The Backwoods of Canada Being Letters from the Wife of an Emigrant Officer, Illustrative of the Domestic Economy of British America date: words: 89639 sentences: 3919 pages: flesch: 73 cache: ./cache/13559.txt txt: ./txt/13559.txt summary: Country.--Rice Lake.--Indian Habits.--Voyage up the Otanabee.--Loghouse, and its Inmates.--Passage boat.--Journey on foot to Peterborough Team.--Arrival at a Log-house on the Banks of a Lake.--Settlement, and Indian Summer, and setting-in of Winter.--Process of clearing the Land Fruits of the Country.--Walks on the Ice.--Situation of the House.--Lake they are bound, and if they make the rude wave their home and restingplace during the long day and dark night; and then I recall to mind the as the barn-like form of the buildings of this kind, and the little walls; and as to the little farm-houses, they are uglier still, and look wild land thirty years ago, nothing but Indian hunting-grounds. Lake.--Indian Habits.--Voyage up the Otanabee.--Log-house, and its absence of trees about the dwelling-houses and cleared lands; the axe of There is another pretty trailing plant, with delicate little funnelshaped flowers, and a profusion of small dark green round buds, slightly ==== make-pages.sh questions ==== make-pages.sh search ==== make-pages.sh topic modeling corpus Zipping study carrel