Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 53, March, 1862
THE FRUITS OF FREE LABOR IN THE SMALLER ISLANDS OF THE BRITISH WEST INDIES
A STORY OF TO-DAY
PART VI
MOUNTAIN PICTURES
I. FRANCONIA FROM THE PEMIGEWASSET
THE USE OF THE RIFLE
AGNES OF SORRENTO
CHAPTER XXIII. THE PILGRIMAGE
CHAPTER XXIV. THE MOUNTAIN FORTRESS
CHAPTER XXV. THE CRISIS
CHAPTER XXVI. ROME
METHODS OF STUDY IN NATURAL HISTORY
V
VI
THE SOUTHERN CROSS
CONCERNING THE SORROWS OF CHILDHOOD
THE REHABILITATION OF SPAIN
A RAFT THAT NO MAN MADE
FREMONT'S HUNDRED DAYS IN MISSOURI
III. THE FORCED MARCH TO SPRINGFIELD
SLAVERY
THE SITUATION
THE REMOVAL
HOMEWARD BOUND
BIRDOFREDUM SAWIN, ESQ., TO MR. HOSEA BIGLOW
TAXATION
VOYAGE OF THE GOOD SHIP UNION
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It was later than Holmes thought: a gray, cold evening. The streets in that suburb were lonely: he went down them, the new-fallen snow dulling his step. It had covered the peaked roofs of the houses too, and they stood in listening rows, white and still. Here and there a pale flicker from the gas-lamps struggled with the ashy twilight. He met no one: people had gone home early on Christmas eve. He had no home to go to: pah! there were plenty of hotels, he remembered, smiling grimly. It was bitter cold: he buttoned up his coat tightly, as he walked slowly along as if waiting for some one,—wondering dully if the gray air were any colder or stiller than the heart hardly beating under the coat. Well, men had conquered Fate, conquered life and love, before now. It grew darker: he was pacing now slowly in the shadow of a long low wall surrounding the grounds of some building. When he came near the gate, he would stop and listen: he could have heard a sparrow on the snow, it was so still. After a while he did hear footsteps, crunching the snow heavily; the gate clicked as they came out: it was Knowles, and the clergyman whom Dr. Cox did not like; Vandyke was his name.
“Don’t bolt the gate,” said Knowles; “Miss Howth will be out presently.”
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She started up with a cry, and stood there in the old way, her fingers catching at each other.
