Frank Stockton Books In Order

Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine Books In Order

  1. Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine (1886)
  2. The Dusantes (1888)

Novels

  1. A Jolly Fellowship (1880)
  2. Rudder Grange (1885)
  3. The Late Mrs Null (1886)
  4. The Bee-Man of Orn (1887)
  5. The Great War Syndicate (1889)
  6. Personally Conducted (1889)
  7. The Merry Chanter (1890)
  8. The House of Martha (1891)
  9. The Squirrel Inn (1891)
  10. The Adventures of Captain Horn (1895)
  11. Mrs. Cliff’s Yacht (1896)
  12. Captain Chap (1897)
  13. The Great Stone of Sardis (1897)
  14. The Associate Hermits (1899)
  15. A Bicycle of Cathay (1900)
  16. The Captain’s Toll Gate (1903)
  17. The Lost Dryad (1912)
  18. A Northern Voice for the Dissolution of the United States of North American (1999)
  19. Euphemia Among The Pelicans (2004)
  20. Love Before Breakfast (2004)
  21. My Unwilling Neighbor (2004)

Omnibus

  1. Simply Suspense (1996)

Collections

  1. Roundabout Rambles In Lands Of Fact and Fancy (1872)
  2. What Might Have Been Expected (1874)
  3. Tales Out of School (1875)
  4. The Lady or the Tiger (1886)
  5. Stockton’s Stories (1886)
  6. Amos Kilbright (1888)
  7. Floating Prince (1889)
  8. The Stories of the Three Burglars (1889)
  9. The Rudder Grangers Abroad (1891)
  10. The Watchmaker’s Wife (1893)
  11. Fanciful Tales (1894)
  12. Pomona’s Travels (1894)
  13. A Chosen Few (1895)
  14. Stories of New Jersey (1896)
  15. A Story-Teller’s Pack (1897)
  16. The Girl At Cobhurst (1898)
  17. The Vizier of the Two-Horned Alexander (1899)
  18. Afield and Afloat (1900)
  19. John Gayther’s Garden and the Stories Told Therein (1902)
  20. Kate Bonnet (1903)
  21. The Queen’s Museum (1906)
  22. The Magic Egg (1907)
  23. Ting a Ling (1910)
  24. The Bee-Man of Orn and Other Fanciful Tales (1917)
  25. Great American Short Stories II (1965)
  26. Old Pipes and the Dryad (1969)
  27. The Science Fiction of Frank R. Stockton (1976)
  28. The Novels and Stories of Frank R. Stockton (1999)

Chapbooks

  1. The Griffin and the Minor Canon (1968)
  2. Captain Eli’s Best Ear (2004)

Non fiction

  1. The Home (1873)
  2. Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts (1963)

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Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: MRS. LECK8 AND MRS. ALESHINE 157 was accepted, and we made a hasty breakfast, first sending in some of our food to the other party. The gentleman reported through the hole of communication that they were all fairly well, but a good deal stiffened by cold and want of exercise. He inquired, in a very anxious voice, if I had discovered any signs of approaching relief. To this I replied that I had devised a plan by which we could get ourselves out of our present dangerous situation, and that in a very short time I would come round to the door of his shed for I could now walk on the crusted snow and tell him about it. He answered that these words cheered his heart, and that he would do everything possible to cooperate with me. I now went to work vigorously. I took the cushions from the coach, four of them all together, and carried them to the brink of the slope down which I purposed to make our descent. I also conveyed thither a long coil of rawhide rope which I had previously discovered in the boot of the coach. I then hurried along the other road, which, as has been said before, lay at a somewhat lower level than the one we were on, and when I reached the shed I found the door had been opened, and the gentleman, with his tin pan, had scooped away a good deal of the snow about it, so as to admit of a moderately easy passage in and out. He met me outside, and grasped my hand. ‘ Sir, if you have a plan to propose,’ he said, ‘ state it quiekly. We are in a position of great danger. Those two ladies inside the shed cannot much longer endure this exposure, and I presume that the ladies in your party although their voices, which I occasionaUy hear, do not seem to indicate it must be in a like condition.’ I replied that, so far, my companions had borne up very well, and with…

The Dusantes

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: the road was heavy or more upon a level, and then we would go jolting and rattling over some long downward stretch. After a particularly unpleasant descent of this kind the coach seemed suddenly to change its direction, and with a twist and an uplifting of one side it bumped heavily against something and stopped. I heard a great shout outside, and from a window which now commanded a view of the road I saw our team of six horses, with the drivers pulling and tugging at the two they rode, madly running away at the top of their speed. Ruth, who had been thrown by the shock into the arms of Mrs. Aleshine, was dreadfully frightened, and screamed for her father. I had been pitched forward upon Mrs. Lecks, but I quickly recovered myself, and as soon as I found that none of the occupants of the coach had been hurt, I opened the door and sprang out. In the middle of the road stood Mr. Endertou, entirely uninjured, with a jubilant expression on his face, and in one hand a large closed umbrella. ‘ What has happened I’ I exclaimed, hurrying around to the front of the coach, where I saw that the pole had been broken off about the middle of its length. ‘Nothing has happened, sir,’ replied Mr. Enderton. ‘ You cannot speak of a wise and discreet act, determinately performed, as a thing which ‘has happened. We have been saved, sir, from being dashed to pieces behind that wild and unmanageable team of horses; and I will add that we have been saved by my forethought and prompt action.’ I turned and looked at him in astonishment. ‘What do you mean?’ I said. ‘What could you have had to do with this accident ?’ ‘ Allow me to repeat,’ said Mr. Enderton, ‘ that it was not an accident. The moment that we began to go down hill I perceived that we were in a position of the greatest danger…
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A Jolly Fellowship

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: I hustled Tom Myers and his brother George out into the dining room, and the other fellows followed. ‘ Is this where you eat ? ‘ asked Scott, looking up and down at the long tables, with the swinging shelves above them. ‘ No, this is n’t where they eat,’ said Harry ; ‘ this is where they come to look at victuals, and get sick at the sight of them.’ ‘ Sick ! ‘ said I; ‘ not much of it.’ But the committee laughed, and did n’t seem to agree with me. ‘ You ‘ll be sick ten minutes after the boat starts,’ said Scott. ‘ We wont get into sea sick water until we ‘re out of the lower bay,’ I said. ‘ And this is n’t a boat it ‘a a ship. You fellows know lots ! ‘ Tom Myers and his brother George were trying to find out why the tumblers and glas*ses were all stuck into holes in the shelves over the tables, when Harry Alden sung out: ‘ What ‘s that swishing ? ‘ ‘ That what ? ‘ said I. ‘There it goes again !’ Harry cried. ‘ Splashing! ‘ ‘ It ‘s the wheels ! ‘ exclaimed Rectus. ‘ That ‘s so ! ‘ cried Scott. ‘The old thing ‘s off! Rush up ! Here ! The hind stairs ! Quick ! ‘ And upstairs to the deck we all went, one on top of another. The wheels were going around, and the steamer was off! Already she was quite a distance from the wharf. I suppose the tide carried her out, as soon as the lineswere cast off, for I ‘m sure the wheels had not been in motion half a minute before we heard them. But all that made no difference. We were off. I never saw four such blank faces as the committee wore, when they saw the wide space of water between them and the wharf. ‘Stop her! ‘ cried Scott to me, as if I could do anything, and then he made a dive toward a party of men on the deck. ‘ They ‘re passengers ! ‘ I cried. ‘ We must find the captain.’ ‘ No, no !…

Rudder Grange

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV TREATING OF A NOVEL STYLE OF BURGLAR I Have spoken of my pistol. During the early part of our residence at Rudder Grange I never thought of such a thing as owning a pistol. But it was different now. I kept a Colt’s revolver loaded in the bureau drawer in our bedroom. The cause of this change was burglars. Not that any of these unpleasant persons had visited us, but we very much feared they would. Several houses in the vicinity had been entered during the past month, and we never could tell when our turn would come. To be sure, our boarder suggested that if we were to anchor out a little farther at night, no burglar would risk catching his death of cold by swimming out to us; but Euphemia having replied that it would be rather difficult to move a canal boat every night without paddle wheels or sails or mules, especially if it were aground, this plan was considered to be effectually disposed of. So we made up our minds that we must fasten up everything very securely, and I bought a pistol and two burglar alarms. One of these I affixed to the most exposed window, and the other to the door which opened on the deck. These alarms were very simpleaffairs, but they were good enough. When they were properly attached to a window or door, and it was opened, a little gong sounded like a violently deranged clock striking all the hours of the day at once. The window did not trouble us much, but it was rather irksome to have to make the attachment to the door every night and to take it off every morning. However, as Euphemia said, it was better to take a little trouble than to have the house full of burglars, which was true enough. We made all the necessary arrangements in case burglars should make an inroad upon us. At the first sound of the alarm, Euphemia an…

The Late Mrs Null

1899. Part One of Twenty three. Thonias Hewlings Stockton, clergyman, wrote fantastic tales for children under the pen name Frank R. Stockton. He also wrote books for adults. Among his amusing books for children Rudder Grange is the best known. The Lady and the Tiger, Adventures of Captain Horne, Mrs. Null, The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, The Hundredth Man, Great Stone of Sardis, and Captain’s Tollgate were also quite popular. The book begins: There was a wide entrance gate to the old family mansion of Midbranch, but it was never opened to admit the family or visitors; although occasionally a load of wood, drawn by two horses and two mules, came between its tall chestnut posts, and was taken by a roundabout way among the trees to a spot at the back of the house, where the chips of several generations of sturdy wood chopper had formed a ligneous soil deeper than the arable surface of any portion of the nine hundred and fifty acres which formed the farm of Midbranch. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

The Bee-Man of Orn

A poor old Bee man must leave his beloved hives to search for his true identity in this wry, classic tale, transformed with splendid paintings by the incomparable P.J. Lynch’But what have I been transformed from?”That is more than I know,’ said the Junior Sorcerer. ‘But one thing is certain you ought to be changed back.’When a young sorcerer appears at the Bee man’s hut and tells him he may have been magically transformed from some other creature, the old man packs up his honeycombs and sets off to find out just what his true nature might be. Maybe he once was the arrogant master of a fair domain? Or one of the dreadful monsters beneath the black mountain? On his journey, the simple but honest old man meets up with some memorable characters: a Languid Youth in search of invigoration; a lively, boot colored Very Imp; and a fearsome dragon about to devour a baby, a baby toward whom the Bee man feels strangely drawn. Brought to new life with enchanting illustrations by award winning artist P. J. Lynch, this comic American folktale concludes with a final, satisfying twist that says much about fate, identity, and the captivating power of bees.

Personally Conducted

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II. THE CITY OF THE BENDED KNEE. IT is not by any means a humble city to which .1 am now about to conduct you : it is an old city, which from time to time has been as proud as any in the world ; it is Genoa, called by the Italians La Superba, because of its many magnificent palaces, and because of its imposing appearance, as it rises in terraces above its bay on the side of a crescent shaped hill. It was called Genoa, so say the people who make it their business to look into these things, from the Latin word gcnu, a knee ; because at the place where the city stands, the land is bent around the water so as to give the latter the shape of a bended knee. As I have said, Genoa has been a proud city. As far back as the days of the Romans it was an important seaport. It was independent, and governed itself, and its power increased greatly. Other towns looked up to it for protection against the Saracen pirates ; and it acquired possession, not only of islands in the Mediterranean, but of lands and ports in the East. Its commerce was very extensive, and it took a prominent part in the crusades. It made war against Pisa, and utterly defeated the navy of that city ; and there is reason to believe that the great Tower of Pisa has never stood up straight since. But, in spite of its wealth and its power, Genoa has been obliged to bend the knee about as often as any city that I know of. In the tenth century it knelt down to the Saracens, who captured it; and afterward it bent its knee to Venice, its great rival in commerce. For many years its nobles were arrayed against each other as Guelphs and Ghibellines, and whenever either party was defeated, it would call in some foreign power to help it; and in this way the city, at different times, fell under the control of various kings a…

The House of Martha

My grandmother sat in her own particular easy chair by the open window of her back parlor. This was a pleasant place in which to sit in the afternoon, for the sun was then on the other side of the house, and she could look not only over the smooth grass of the side yard and the flower beds, which were under her especial care, but across the corner of the front lawn into the village street. Here, between two handsome maple trees which stood upon the sidewalk, she could see something of what was going on in the outer world without presenting the appearance of one who is fond of watching her neighbors. It was not much that she saw, for the street was a quiet one; but a very little of that sort of thing satisfied her. She was a woman who was easily satisfied. As a proof of this, I may say that she looked upon me as a man who always did what was right. Indeed, I am quite sure there were cases when she saved herself a good deal of perplexing cogitation by assuming that a thing was right because I did it.

The Squirrel Inn

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The Adventures of Captain Horn

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: surrounded the little plateau and shielded it from the eastern sun might have had a good effect upon the vegetation, when suddenly Ralph, who had a ship’s biscuit on the end of a sharp stick and was toasting it in the embers of a portion of the burned vines, sprang back with a shout. ‘ Look out!’ he cried, ‘ the whole thing’s coming down.’ And sure enough, in a moment a large portion of the vines, which had been clinging to the rock, fell upon the ground, in a burning mass. A cloud of smoke and dust arose, and when it had cleared away, the Captain and his party saw upon the perpendicular side of the rock, which was now revealed to them as if a veil had been torn away from in front of it, an enormous face cut out of the solid stone. CHAPTER III A CHANGE OF LODGINGS The great face stared down upon the little party gathered beneath it. Its chin was about eight feet above the ground and its stony countenance extended at least that distance up the cliff. Its features were in low relief, but clear and distinct, and a smoke blackened patch beneath one of its eyes gave it a sinister appearance. From its wide stretching mouth a bit of half burned vine hung, trembling in the heated air, and this element of motion produced the impression on several of the party that the creature was about to open its lips. Mrs. Cliff gave a little scream she could not help it;and Maka sank down on his knees, his back to the rock, and covered his face ‘with his hands. Ralph was the first to speak. ‘There have been heathens around here,’ he said; ‘ that’s a regular idol.’ ‘You are right,’ said the Captain; ‘that is a bit of old time work; that face was cut by the original natives.’ The two ladies were so interested and even excited, that they seized each other by the hands. Here before…

Mrs. Cliff’s Yacht

1900. Thonias Hewlings Stockton, clergyman, wrote fantastic tales for children under the pen name Frank R. Stockton. He also wrote books for adults. Among his amusing books for children Rudder Grange is the best known. The Lady and the Tiger, Adventures of Captain Horne, Mrs. Null, The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, The Hundredth Man, Great Stone of Sardis, and Captain’s Tollgate were also quite popular. The book begins: On a beautiful September afternoon, in a handsome room of one of the grand, uptown hotels in New York, sat Mrs. Cliff, widow and millionaire. Widow of a village merchant, mistress of an unpretending house in the little town of Plainton, Maine, and, by strange vicissitudes of fortune, the possessor of great wealth, she was on her way from Paris to the scene of that quiet domestic life to which, for nearly thirty years, she had been accustomed. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

The Great Stone of Sardis

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The Associate Hermits

1900. Thonias Hewlings Stockton, clergyman, wrote fantastic tales for children under the pen name Frank R. Stockton. He also wrote books for adults. Among his amusing books for children Rudder Grange is the best known. The Lady and the Tiger, Adventures of Captain Horne, Mrs. Null, The Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, The Hundredth Man, Great Stone of Sardis, and Captain’s Tollgate were also quite popular. The book begins: Mr. and Mrs. Hector Archibald were prosperous and happy dweller in a suburb of one of our large towns. Fortune had favored them in many ways, in health and in a good average happiness. They had reached early middle age, and their daughter Kate, their only child, had grown up to be a beautiful and good young woman, and was on the point of marrying a young lawyer Rodney Bringhurst by name in every way worthy of her. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

A Bicycle of Cathay

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The Captain’s Toll Gate

As this The Captain’s Toll Gate is the last of the works of Frank R. Stockton that will be given to the public, it is fitting that it be accompanied by some account of the man whose bright spirit illumined them all. It is proper, also, that something be said of the stories themselves; of the circumstances in which they were written, the influences that determined their direction, and the history of their evolution. It seems appropriate that this should be done by the one who knew him best; the one who lived with him through a long and beautiful life; the one who walked hand in hand with him along the whole of a wonderful road of ever changing scenes: now through forests peopled with fairies and dryads, griffins and wizards; now skirting the edges of an ocean with its strange monsters and remarkable shipwrecks; now on the beaten track of European tourists, sharing their novel adventures and amused by their mistakes; now resting in lovely gardens imbued with human interest; now helping the young to make happy homes for themselves; now sympathizing with the old as they look longingly toward a heavenly home; and, oftenest, perhaps, watching girls and young men as they were trying to work out the problems of their lives. All this, and much more, crowded the busy years until the Angel of Death stood in the path; and the journey was ended.

The Lost Dryad

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Euphemia Among The Pelicans

Our second night on the river was tinged with incident. We had come to anchor near a small settlement, and our craft had been moored to a rude wharf. About the middle of the night a wind storm arose, and Euphemia and I were awakened by the bumping of the boat against the wharf posts. Through the open end of the cabin I could see that the night was very dark, and I began to consider the question whether or not it would be necessary for me to get up.

Love Before Breakfast

I would do anything to make them definitely decide to take the place before they left me. I trembled to think of her going elsewhere and giving other householders a chance to tempt her. She had looked at a good many country houses, but it was quite plain that none of them had pleased her so well as mine.

My Unwilling Neighbor

It was not long before I perceived that the slanting of my bed was becoming less and less, and also I was quite sure that the house was moving more slowly. Then the crackings and snappings before my front wall ceased altogether. The bed resumed its ordinary horizontal position, and although I did not know at what moment the house had ceased sliding and had come to a standstill, I was sure that it had done so.

Simply Suspense

‘Her first thought was ‘I must not scream’ ‘ A man must open one of two doors: one will bring him love, the other will bring him death. A woman goes into her hotel room, but it’s not her room and she is not alone. In London, a man stays the night in a waxwork museum, and he is very afraid…
Three terrifying short stories. Be careful if you read them alone!

Roundabout Rambles In Lands Of Fact and Fancy

Frank R. Stockton 1834 1902 was an American writer and humorist, best known today for a series of innovative children’s fairy tales that were widely popular during the last decades of the 12th century. Stockton avoided the didactic moralizing common to children’s stories of the time, instead using clever humor to poke at greed, violence, abuse of power and other human foibles, describing his fantastic characters’ adventures in a charming, matterof fact way in stories like The Griffin and the Minor Canon 1885 and The Bee Man of Orn and Other Fanciful Tales 1887. His most famous fable is The Lady, or the Tiger? 1882, which is about a man sentenced to an unusual punishment for having a romance with a king’s beloved daughter.

What Might Have Been Expected

Kate is helping organize a company that hopes to bring telegraph lines into this part of the woods for the first time; but as Treasurer and Secretary, it seems nothing is going as smoothly as it looked from the outset. For some of the other Directors, just waiting for the equipment is trial enough. The Crooked Creek Telegraph Company really starts rolling once the equipment arrives instruments and batteries, and everything else needed for their effort, all packed up in boxes and arriving by night train. And now there are poles to cut and trim, paths for the wires to clear and then the setting of the insulators high up on the poles and the stringing of the wires…
The trials and tribulations of the arrival of the Modern Age to a small community fill this entertaining novel by humorist Frank R. Stockton 1834 1902.

The Lady or the Tiger

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OUR ARCHERY CLUB. HEN an archery club was formed in our village, I was among the first to join it; but I should not, on this account, claim any extraordinary enthusiasm on the subject of archery, for nearly all the ladies and gentlemen of the place were also among the first to join. Few of us, I think, had a correct idea of the popularity of archery in our midst, until the subject of a club was broached. Then we all perceived what a strong interest we felt in the study and use of the bow and arrow. The club was formed immediately; and our thirty members began to discuss the relative merits of lancewood, yew, and greenheart bows, and to survey yards and lawns for suitable spots for setting up targets for home practice. Our weekly meetings, at which we came together to show in friendly contest how much our home practice had taught us, were held upon the village green, or rather upon what had been intended to be the village green. This pretty piece of ground, partly in smooth lawn, and partly shaded by fine trees, was the property of a gentleman of the place, who had presented it, under certain conditions, to the township. But as the township had never fulfilled any of the conditions, and had done nothing toward the improvement of the spot, further than to make it a grazing place for local cows and goats, the owner had withdrawn his gift, shut out the cows and goats by a picket fence, and having locked the gate, had hung up the key in his barn. When our club was formed, the green, as it was still called, was offered to us for our meetings; and with proper gratitude, we elected its owner to be our president. This gentleman was eminent! qualified for the presidency of an archery club. In the first place, he did not shoot: this gave him time and opportunity to attend to th…

The Stories of the Three Burglars

I am a householder in a pleasant country neighborhood, about twenty miles from New York. My family consists of myself and wife, our boy, George William, aged two, two maid servants, and a man; but in the summer we have frequent visitors, and at the time of which I am about to write my Aunt Martha was staying with us. My house is large and pleasant, and we have neighbors near enough for social purposes and yet not too near or too many to detract from the rural aspect of our surroundings. But we do not live in a paradise; we are occasionally troubled by mosquitoes and burglars. Against the first of these annoyances we have always been able to guard ourselves, at least in a measure, and our man and the cook declare that they have become so used to them that they do not mind them; but to guard against burglars is much more difficult, and to become used to them would, I think, require a great deal of practice. For several months before the period of this narrative our neighborhood had been subject to visits from burglars. From time to time houses had been entered and robbed, and the offenders had never been detected…
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The Rudder Grangers Abroad

Euphemia and I had left Rudder Grange, to spend a month or two in Florida, and we were now on a little sloop yacht on the bright waters of the Indian River. It must not be supposed that, because we had a Paying Teller with us, we had set up a floating bank. This Paying Teller had worked so hard and so rapidly at his business for several years, and had paid out so much of his health and strength, that it was necessary for him to receive large deposits of these essentials before he could go to work again. But the peculiar habits of his profession never left him. He was continually paying out something. When he heard of our intention to cruise on Indian River he wished to join his group to our party, and as he was a good fellow we were glad to have him do so. His wife had been, or was still, a schoolteacher. Her bright and cheerful face glistened with information. The contemplative young man was a distant connection of the Teller, and his first name being Quincy, was commonly called Quee. If he had wanted to know any of the many things the little teacher wished to tell he would have been a happy youth; but his contemplation seldom crystallized into a knowledge of what he did want to know. ‘And how can I,’ she once said to Euphemia and myself, ‘be expected ever to offer him any light when he can never bring himself to actually roll up a question?’

The Watchmaker’s Wife

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Fanciful Tales

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Pomona’s Travels

This series of letters, written by Pomona of ‘Rudder Grange’ to her former mistress, Euphemia, may require a few words of introduction. Those who have not read the adventures and experiences of Pomona in ‘Rudder Grange’ should be told that she first appeared in that story as a very young and illiterate girl, fond of sensational romances, and with some out of the way ideas in regard to domestic economy and the conventions of society. Accordingly, one fine spring morning, Pomona, still a young woman, and Jonas, not many years older, but imbued with a semi pathetic complaisance beyond his years, embarked for England and Scotland, to which countries it was determined to limit their travels. The letters which follow were written in consequence of the earnest desire of Euphemia to have a full account of the travels and foreign impressions of her former handmaiden. Pruned of dates, addresses, signatures, and of many personal and friendly allusions, these letters are here presented as Pomona wrote them to Euphemia…
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A Chosen Few

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Stories of New Jersey

Frank R. Stockton’s stories recreate the events and moods of New Jersey from the days of the Lenni Lenape Indians and the Dutch colonists to the expolits of New Jerseyans in the Mexican War. Here are the colorful historical and legendary figures of New Jersey’s past: colonials who fought, traded with, and were captured by Indians; the perpetrators of New Jersey’s own Tea Party; revolutionary heroes and hero*ines; frontiersmen, early inventors, schoolmasters, doctors, and privateersmen. Some of their stories have been told many times, but rarely as well. These tales are reproduced exactly as they first appeared in 1896, in a book which remained in print until 1945 and which has remained so popular over the years that it has in itself become a part of New Jersey’s history. The book’s turn of the century flavor is enhanced by many illustrations, including drawings by twenty one artists that provide realistic detail in the style of a bygone era.

The Girl At Cobhurst

It was about the middle of a March afternoon when Dr. Tolbridge, giving his horse and buggy into the charge of his stable boy, entered the warm hall of his house. His wife was delighted to see him; he had not been at home since noon of the preceding day. ‘Yes,’ said he, as he took off his gloves and overcoat, ‘the Pardell boy is better, but I found him in a desperate condition.’ ‘I knew that,’ said Mrs. Tolbridge, ‘when you told me in your note that you would be obliged to stay with him all night.’ The doctor now walked into his study, changed his overcoat for a well worn smoking jacket, and seated himself in an easy chair before the fire. His wife sat by him. ‘Thank you,’ he said, in answer to her inquiries, ‘but I do not want anything to eat. After I had gone my round this morning I went back to the Pardells, and had my dinner there. The boy is doing very well. No, I was not up all night. I had some hours’ sleep on the big sofa.’

The Vizier of the Two-Horned Alexander

Frank R. Stockton 1834 1902 was an American writer and humorist, best known today for a series of innovative children’s fairy tales that were widely popular during the last decades of the 12th century. Stockton avoided the didactic moralizing common to children’s stories of the time, instead using clever humor to poke at greed, violence, abuse of power and other human foibles, describing his fantastic characters’ adventures in a charming, matterof fact way in stories like The Griffin and the Minor Canon 1885 and The Bee Man of Orn and Other Fanciful Tales 1887. His most famous fable is The Lady, or the Tiger? 1882, which is about a man sentenced to an unusual punishment for having a romance with a king’s beloved daughter.

Afield and Afloat

1903. Thonias Hewlings Stockton, clergyman, wrote fantastic tales for children under the pen name Frank R. Stockton. He also wrote books for adults. Among his amusing books for children Rudder Grange is the best known. The Lady and the Tiger, Adventures of Captain Horne, Mrs. Null, Casting Away of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, The Hundredth Man, Great Stone of Sardis, and Captain’s Tollgate were also quite popular. Contents: The Buller Podington Compact; The Romance of a Mule Car; The Governor General; Old Applejoy’s Ghost; Struck by a Boomerang; The Skipper and El Capitan; Come In, New Year; A Sailor’s Knot; The Great Staircase at Landover Hall; The Ghosts in My Tower; and The Landsman’s Tale. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

John Gayther’s Garden and the Stories Told Therein

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and now the swordsman met,’ said the storyteller, ‘and the ground echoed beneath their rapid footfalls as they stamped around. Then there was a lunge and a sharp nerve tingling scrape as one blade ran along the other; and then, without a groan, down fell one of these brave warriors flat upon his back upon the grass, the wild flowers, and bits of bark. ‘Instantly the impulses of a woman flashed through every vein and nerve of that onlooking girl. Springing out from her leafy concealment, she knelt beside the fallen man. The other soldier sprang back; for it seemed as though there had suddenly appeared before him a being from another world!’ John Gayther and the Mistress of the House tend the terraced gardens, surrounded by red tassels of currant bush and the overpowering sweetness of the lilies. Yet the luxuriant vegetation is more than matched by the richness of storytelling the garden inspires. Tales of far off places, kings, and hermit’s daughters spill off the lips of the gardeners and their visitors, in this vibrant concoction by American novelist Frank R. Stockton 1834 1902, author of the popular Rudder Grange.

Kate Bonnet

The month was September and the place was in the neighbourhood of Bridgetown, in the island of Barbadoes. The seventeenth century was not seventeen years old, but the girl who walked slowly down to the river bank was three years its senior. She carried a fishing rod and line, and her name was Kate Bonnet. She was a bright faced, quick moving young person, and apparently did not expect to catch many fish, for she had no basket in which to carry away her finny prizes. Nor, apparently, did she have any bait, except that which was upon her hook and which had been affixed there by one of the servants at her home, not far away. In fact, Mistress Kate was too nicely dressed and her gloves were too clean to have much to do with fish or bait, but she seated herself on a little rock in a shady spot not far from the water and threw forth her line. Then she gazed about her; a little up the river and a good deal down the river.

The Queen’s Museum

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The Magic Egg

THE pretty little theatre attached to the building of the Unicorn Club had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert Loring, who wished to give therein a somewhat novel performance, to which he had invited a small audience consisting entirely of friends and a. cqnaintauces. Loring was a handsome fellow about thirty years old, who had travelled far and studied much. He had recently made a long sojourn in the far East, and his friends had been invited to the theatre to see some of the wonderful things he had brought from that country of wonders. As Loring was a club-man, and belonged to a family of good social standing, his circle of acquaintances was large, and in this circle a good many unpleasant remarks had been made regarding the proposed entertainment-made, of course, by the people who had not been invited to be present. Some of the gossip on the subject had reached Loring, who did not hesitate to say that he c ould not talk to a crowd, and that he

Table of Contents

CONTENTS; PAGE; The Magic Egg ? ? ? ? ? 3; ‘HIS WIFE’S DECEASED SISTER’ ? 23; THE WIDOW’S CRUISE 41; CAPTAIN ELI’S BEST EAR ? ? 63; LOVE BEFORE BREAKFAST ? ? ? 95; THE STAYING POWER OF SIR ROHAN 129; A PIECE OF RED CALICO ? ? ? 163; THE CHRISTMAS WRECK ? ? 173; MY WELL AND WHAT CAME OUT OF IT 195; MR TOLliAN ? ? ? 221; MY UNWILLING NEIGHBOR ? ? ? 255; OUR ARCHERY CLUB ? ? ? ? 283

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Ting a Ling

When the King clapped his hands twice, in rushed twenty four armed guards. ‘Bind me this dog!’ quoth the King, pointing to the Prince. ‘Is this the way you treat a stranger?’ cried the Prince. ‘Aye,’ said the King, merrily. ‘We will treat you royally! You are tired. So tonight and tomorrow you shall be lodged and feasted daintily. The day after, we will have a celebration when you shall be beaten with sticks, and shall fight a tiger, and be tossed by a bull, and be bowstrung, and beheaded, and drawn and quartered…
and we will have the nicest time!’ American humorist novelist Frank R. Stockton 1834 1902 wrote novels including the popular Rudder Grange yet it may have been in his delightful works for children that he struck his happiest literary notes.

The Bee-Man of Orn and Other Fanciful Tales

In the ancient country of Orn, there lived an old man who was called the Bee Man, because his whole time was spent in the company of bees. He lived in a small hut, which was nothing more than an immense bee hive, for these little creatures had built their honeycombs in every corner of the one room it contained, on the shelves, under the little table, all about the rough bench on which the old man sat, and even about the head board and along the sides of his low bed. All day the air of the room was thick with buzzing insects, but this did not interfere in any way with the old Bee Man, who walked in among them, ate his meals, and went to sleep, without the slightest fear of being stung. He had lived with the bees so long, they had become so accustomed to him, and his skin was so tough and hard, that the bees no more thought of stinging him than they would of stinging a tree or a stone. One day, there stopped at the hut of the Bee Man a Junior Sorcerer. This young person, who was a student of magic, necromancy, and the kindred arts, was much interested in the Bee Man. ‘Do you know,’ he said, when the Bee Man came out of his hut, ‘that you have been transformed?’ ‘What do you mean by that?’ said the other, much surprised. ‘You have surely heard of animals and human beings who have been magically transformed into different kinds of creatures?’ ‘Yes, I have heard of these things,’ said the Bee Man; ‘but what have I been transformed from?’ ‘That is more than I know,’ said the Junior Sorcerer. ‘But one thing is certain you ought to be changed back.’

Old Pipes and the Dryad

When an old man lets a dryad out of her tree, she rewards him by making him thirty years younger and capable once again of coaxing the animals down off the mountain with his pipe playing.

The Novels and Stories of Frank R. Stockton

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million books. com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER V POMONA PRODUCES A PARTIAL REVOLUTION IN RUDDER GRANGE Euphemia began to take a great deal of comfort in her girl. Every evening she had some new instance to relate of Pomona’s inventive abilities and aptness in adapting herself to the peculiarities of our method of housekeeping. ‘Only to think!’ said she, one afternoon. ‘Pomona has just done another very smart thing. You know what a trouble it has always been for us to carry all our waste water up stairs and throw it over the bulwarks. Well, she has remedied all that. She has cut a nice little low window in the side of the kitchen, and has made a shutter of the piece she cut out, with leather hinges to it, and now she can just open this window, throw the water out, shut it again, and there it is ! I tell you, she’s smart.’ ‘Yes, there is no doubt of that,’ I said; ‘but I think that there is danger of her taking more interest in such extraordinary and novel duties than in the regular work of the house.’ ‘Now, don’t discourage the girl, my dear,’ she said, ‘for she is of the greatest use to me, and I don’t want you to be throwing cold water about like some people.’ ‘Not even if I throw it out of Pomona’s little door, I suppose.’ ‘No. Don’t throw it at all. Encourage people. What would the world be if everybody chilled our aspirations and extraordinary efforts? Like Fulton’s steamboat!’ ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’ll not discourage her.’ It was now getting late in the season. It was quite too cool to sit out on deck in the evening, and our garden began to look desolate. Our boarder had wheeled up a lot of fresh earth, and had prepared a large bed, in which he had planted turnips. They made an excellent fall crop, he assured us. From being simply cool it began to be rainy, and the weather grew deci…

The Griffin and the Minor Canon

The first of Frank Stockton’s original fairytales re illustrated by Maurice Sendak. When a griffin shows great fondness for the sculpture of himself above the great door of the church, and equal admiration for the Minor Canon, the townspeople fear that the terrifying creature will live among them forever.

Captain Eli’s Best Ear

But now the heart of Captain Eli was gently moved by a Christmas flutter. It had been foolish, perhaps, for him to go up to the store at such a time as this, but the mischief had been done. Old feelings had come back to him, and he would be glad to celebrate Christmas this year if he could think of any good way to do it. And the result of his mental observations was that he went over to Captain Cephas’s house to talk to him about it.

Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts

From the very beginnings, America has been a fertile hunting ground for high seas rogues willing to take what they wanted when they found it. Even great men like Christopher Columbus and Sir Francis Drake took a turn as sea robbers. In later years, names like Blackbeard, Low, Bonnet and Kidd struck terror into the hearts of merchant captains, sailors and the civilian passengers they carried across the waves. North Carolina’s 300 miles of coastline, dotted with secluded coves and inlets, became a favorite haunt of pirates and buccaneers. In this book, first published in 1898, author Frank R. Stockton tells the stories of the villians who plundered the high seas and plagued America’s coasts during our country’s early years. With original illustrations enhanced by additional maps and pictures, this new rendition of a classic book about the men and women who sailed under the Black Flag is sure to please!

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