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• The Patrol Of The Sun Dance Trail     by Ralph Connor
  High up on the hillside in the midst of a rugged group of jack pines the Union Jack shook out its folds gallantly in the breeze that swept down the Kicking Horse Pass. That gallant flag marked the headquarters of Superintendent Strong, of the North West Mounted Police

• Corporal Cameron Of The North West Mounted Police
    by Ralph Connor
  Agony, reproach, entreaty, vibrated in the clear young voice that rang out over the Inverleith grounds. The Scottish line was sagging!--that line invincible in two years of International conflict, the line upon which Ireland and England had broken their pride. Sagging!

• Bears and Dacoites   A Tale of the Ghauts    by G.A. Henty
  Mrs. Lyons showed me the bear she has got tied up in their compound, and it is the most wretched little thing not bigger than Rover, papa's retriever, and it's full-grown. I thought bears were great fierce creatures, and this poor little thing seemed so restless and unhappy that I thought it quite a shame not to let it go.

• The Young Carthaginian   by G.A. Henty
  The council of a hundred was divided into twenty subcommittees, each containing five members. Each of these committees was charged with the control of a department -- the army, the navy, the finances, the roads and communications, agriculture, religion

• By England's Aid   The Freeing of the Netherlands     by G.A. Henty
  From the first the people of England would gladly have joined in the fray, and made common cause with their co-religionists; but the queen and her counsellors had been restrained by weighty considerations from embarking in such a struggle.

• In Freedom's Cause   by G.A. Henty
  On a spur jutting out from the side of the hill stood Glen Cairn Castle, whose master the villagers had for generations regarded as their lord.

• With Lee in Virginia   by G.A. Henty
  Vincent Wingfield was the son of an English officer, who, making a tour in the States, had fallen in love with and won the hand of Winifred Cornish, a rich Virginian heiress, and one of the belles of Richmond.

• The Lion of the North   by G.A. Henty
  two horsemen rode down the opposite side of the valley and halted at the water's edge. The prospect was not a pleasant one. The river was sixty or seventy feet wide, and in the centre the water swept along in a raging current.

• On the Pampas   by G.A. Henty
  Mr. Hardy spoke cheerfully, but his wife saw at once that it was with an effort that he did so. She put down the work upon which she was engaged, and moved her chair nearer to his by the fire.

• The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings   by Edgar B. P. Darlington
  You only think you can. Besides, that's not a cartwheel; that's a double somersault. It's a real stunt, let me tell you. Why, I can do a cartwheel myself. But up in the air like that

• The Circus Boys Across The Continent   by Edgar B. P. Darlington
  "Me, serious? Why, I never cracked a smile. Isn't anything to smile at. Besides, do you know, since I've been in the circus business, every time I want to laugh I check myself so suddenly that it hurts?"

• The Circus Boys In Dixie Land   by Edgar B. P. Darlington
  "Wild West show, a regular Buffalo Bill outfit, with wild Indians, cowboys, bucking ponies and whoop! whoop! Hi-yi-yi! You know?"

• The Circus Boys On the Mississippi   by Edgar B. P. Darlington
  "You must be a mind reader, Phil Forrest," grumbled Teddy, digging his heel into the soft turf of the circus lot. "Can you read my mind? If you can, what am I thinking about now?"

• The Circus Boys on the Plains   by Edgar B. P. Darlington
  The night was not ideal for a circus performance. However, the showmen uttered no protest, going about their business as methodically as if the air were warm and balmy, the moon and stars shining down over the scene complacently.

• The Purple Land   By W. H. Hudson
  So much was I occupied towards the end of that vacant period with these recollections that I remembered how, before quitting these shores, the thought had come to me that during some quiet interval in my life I would go over it all again, and write the history of my rambles for others to read in the future.

• Afoot in England   by W. H. Hudson
  It was green open country in the west of England -- very far west, although on the east side of the Tamar -- in a beautiful spot remote from railroads and large towns

• Green Mansions   by W. H. Hudson
  I do not descant on his love for simple folk and simple things, his championship of the weak, and the revolt against the cagings and cruelties of life, whether to men or birds or beasts

• Far Away and Long Ago   by W. H. Hudson
  The picture that most often presents itself is of the cattle coming home in the evening; the green quiet plain extending away from the gate to the horizon; the western sky flushed with sunset hues, and the herd of four or five hundred cattle trotting homewards with loud lowings and bellowings, raising a great cloud of dust with their hoofs

• Tales of the Pampas   by W. H. Hudson
  he looked what he was, a man among men, a head taller than most, with the strength of an ox; but the wind had blown a little sprinkling of white ashes into his great beard and his hair, which grew to his shoulders like the mane of a black horse.

• The Pipe of Mystery   by G.A. Henty
  and the elder boys and girls now gathered round their uncle, Colonel Harley, and asked him for a story -- above all, a ghost story.

• In The Reign Of Terror   by G.A. Henty
  Well, they won't eat him, my dear. The French Assembly, or the National Assembly, or whatever it ought to be called, has certainly been passing laws limiting the power of the king and abolishing many of the rights and privileges of the nobility and clergy

• Saint George for England   by G.A. Henty
  It was a bitterly cold night in the month of November, 1330. The rain was pouring heavily, when a woman, with child in her arms, entered the little village of Southwark. She had evidently come from a distance, for her dress was travel-stained and muddy.

• The Dragon And The Raven   by G.A. Henty
  A low hut built of turf roughly thatched with rushes and standing on the highest spot of some slightly raised ground. It was surrounded by a tangled growth of bushes and low trees, through which a narrow and winding path gave admission to the narrow space on which the hut stood.

• A Knight of the White Cross   by G.A. Henty
  The journey was performed without incident. During their passage across the south of France, Gervaise's perfect knowledge of the language gained for him a great advantage over his companions, and enabled him to be of much use to Sir Guy.

• The Foreigner   by Ralph Connor
  By hundreds and tens of hundreds they stream in and through this hospitable city, Saxon and Celt and Slav, each eager on his own quest, each paying his toll to the new land as he comes and goes, for good or for ill, but whether more for good than for ill only God knows.

• Winter Adventures of Three Boys   by Egerton Ryerson Young
  While a wintry storm was raging outside, in the month of November, three happy, excited boys were gathered around the breakfast table in a cozy home in a far North Land.

• Three Boys in the Wild North Land   by Egerton Ryerson Young
  Thus excitedly and rapidly did Mr Ross address a trio of sunburnt, happy boys, who, with all the assurance of a joyous welcome, had burst in upon him in his comfortable, well-built home

• Wrecked but not Ruined  
  This group of buildings was, at the time we write of, an outpost of the fur-traders, those hardy pioneers of civilization, to whom, chiefly, we are indebted for opening up the way into the northern wilderness of America.

• Glengarry Schooldays   by Ralph Connor
  an enchanted land, peopled, not by fairies, elves, and other shadowy beings of fancy, but with living things, squirrels, and chipmunks, and weasels, chattering ground-hogs, thumping rabbits, and stealthy foxes, not to speak of a host of flying things, from the little gray-bird that twittered its happy nonsense all day, to the big-eyed owl that hooted solemnly when the moon came out.

• The Major   by Ralph Connor
  But the boy stood fascinated by the bird so gallantly facing his day. His mother's words awoke in him a strange feeling. "A brave heart and a bright song" -- so the knights in the brave days of old, according to his Stories of the Round Table,

• The Prospector   by Ralph Connor
  She was determined to draw her unhappy visitor from his shell. But her most brilliant efforts were in vain. Poor Shock remained hopelessly engaged with his hands and feet, and replied at unexpected places, in explosive monosyllables at once ludicrous and disconcerting.

• The Sky Pilot   by Ralph Connor
  There are valleys so wide that the farther side melts into the horizon, and uplands so vast as to suggest the unbroken prairie. Nearer the mountains the valleys dip deep and ever deeper till they narrow into canyons through which mountain torrents pour their blue-gray waters from glaciers that lie glistening between the white peaks far away.

• The Sky Pilot In No Man's Land   by Ralph Connor
  High upon a rock, poised like a bird for flight, stark naked, his satin skin shining like gold and silver in the rising sun, stood a youth, tall, slim of body, not fully developed but with muscles promising, in their faultless, gently swelling outline, strength and suppleness to an unusual degree.

• The Doctor   by Ralph Connor
  Two hours later, down from the dusty sideroad, a girl swinging a milk pail in her hand turned into the mill lane. As she stepped from the glare and dust of the highroad into the lane, it seemed as if Nature had been waiting to find in her the touch that makes perfect; so truly, in all her fresh daintiness, did she seem a bit of that green shady lane with its sweet fragrance and its fresh beauty.

• To Him That Hath   by Ralph Connor
  "You, a Canadian, and our best player -- at least, you used to be -- to allow yourself to be beaten by a -- a -- " she glanced at his opponent with a defiant smile -- "a foreigner."

• The Man From Glengarry   by Ralph Connor
  Dan Murphy was mightily pleased with himself and with the bit of the world about him, for there lay his winter's cut of logs in the river below him snug and secure and held tight by a boom across the mouth, just where it flowed into the Nation. In a few days he would have his crib made, and his outfit ready to start for the Ottawa mills.

• Black Rock   by Ralph Connor
  Big Sandy M'Naughton, a Canadian Highlander from Glengarry, rose up in wrath. 'Bill Keefe,' said he, with deliberate emphasis, 'you'll just keep your dirty tongue off the minister; and as for your pay, it's little he sees of it, or any one else, except Mike Slavin, when you're too dry to wait for some one to treat you, or perhaps Father Ryan, when the fear of hell-fire is on to you.'

• A Hind in Richmond Park   by W. H. Hudson
  

• Nature in Downland   by W. H. Hudson
  

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