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Waterloo Stanley. A Man and a Woman
A Man and a Woman
Table of Contents
CHAPTER. I PROLOGUE II CLOSE TO NATURE III BOY, BIRD, AND SNAKE IV GROWING UP WITH THE COUNTRY V GRIM-VISAGED WAR VI THE SPEARING OF ALFRED VII HOW FICTION MADE FACT VIII NEW FORCES AT WORK IX MRS. POTIPHAR X THE BUILDING OF THE FENCE XI SETTLING WITH WOODELL XII INCLINATION AGAINST CONSCIENCE XIII FAREWELL TO THE FENCE XIV A RUGGED LOST SHEEP XV A STRANGE WORLD XVI THE REALLY UGLY DUCKLING XVII "EH, BUT SHE'S WINSOME" XVIII THE WOMAN XIX PURGATORY XX TWO FOOLS XXI "MY LITTLE RHINOCEROS-BIRD" XXII TWO FOOLS STILL XXIII JUST A PANG XXIV "AS TO THOSE OTHERS" XXV NATURE AGAIN XXVI ADVENTURES MANIFOLD XXVII THE HOUSE WONDERFUL XXVIII THE APE XXIX THE FIRST DISTRICT XXX THE NINTH WARD XXXI THEIR FOOLISH WAYS XXXII THE LAW OF NATURE XXXIII WHITEST ASHES. A MAN AND A WOMAN
CHAPTER I. PROLOGUE
CHAPTER II
CLOSE TO NATURE
CHAPTER III
BOY, BIRD AND SNAKE
CHAPTER IV
GROWING UP WITH THE COUNTRY
CHAPTER V
GRIM-VISAGED WAR
CHAPTER VI
THE SPEARING OF ALFRED
CHAPTER VII. HOW FICTION MADE FACT
CHAPTER VIII
NEW FORCES AT WORK
CHAPTER IX
MRS. POTIPHAR
CHAPTER X
THE BUILDING OF THE FENCE
CHAPTER XI
SETTLING WITH WOODELL
CHAPTER XII
INCLINATION AGAINST CONSCIENCE
CHAPTER XIII
FAREWELL TO THE FENCE
CHAPTER XIV
A RUGGED LOST SHEEP
CHAPTER XV
THE STRANGE WORLD
CHAPTER XVI
THE REALLY UGLY DUCKLING
CHAPTER XVII
"EH, BUT SHE'S WINSOME."
CHAPTER XVIII
THE WOMAN
CHAPTER XIX
PURGATORY
CHAPTER XX
TWO FOOLS
CHAPTER XXI
"MY LITTLE RHINOCEROS-BIRD."
CHAPTER XXII
TWO FOOLS STILL
CHAPTER XXIII
JUST A PANG
CHAPTER XXIV
AS TO THOSE OTHERS
CHAPTER XXV
MATURE AGAIN
CHAPTER XXVI
ADVENTURES MANIFOLD
CHAPTER XXVII
THE HOUSE WONDERFUL
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE APE
CHAPTER XXIX
THE FIRST DISTRICT
CHAPTER XXX
THE NINTH WARD
CHAPTER XXXI
THEIR FOOLISH WAYS
CHAPTER XXXII
THE LAW OF NATURE
CHAPTER XXXIII
WHITEST ASHES
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Stanley Waterloo
Published by Good Press, 2019
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There was nothing particularly novel in the manner of this youth's development, save that, as he advanced in years, he became almost a young Indian in all woodcraft, and that the cheap, long, single-barreled shotgun, which was his first great personal possession, became, in his skilled hands, a deadly thing. Wild turkey and ruffed grouse, and sometimes larger game, he contributed to the family larder, and he had it half in mind to seek the remoter west when he grew older, and become a mighty hunter and trapper, and a slaughterer of the Sioux. The Chippewas of his own locality were scarcely to be shot at. Those remaining had already begun the unpretending life most of them live to-day, were on good terms with everybody, tanned buckskin admirably, and he approved of them. With the Sioux it was quite different. He had read of them in the weekly paper, which was now a part of progress, and he had learned something of them at the district school—for the district school had come, of course. It springs up in the United States after forests have been cut away, just as springs the wheat or corn. And the district school was, to the youth, a novelty and a vast attraction. It took him into Society.
Through forest paths and from long distances in each direction came the pupils to this first school of the region, and there were perhaps a score of them in all, boys and girls, and the teacher was a fair young woman from the distant town. The school-house was a structure of a single room, built in the wood, and squirrels dropped nuts upon its roof from overhanging boughs and peeped in at the windows, and sometimes a hawk would chase a fleeing bird into the place, where it would find a sure asylum, but create confusion. Once a flock of quail came marching in demurely at the open door, while teacher and pupils maintained a silence at the pretty sight. And once the place was cleared by an invasion of hornets enraged at something. That was a great day for the boys.
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