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A Lost Hero

Auhtor: Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

Language: english
Published: 1891

Genres:

short story,  african american studies
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Review by Daniel G. Lebryk, May 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Lost Hero':


... A LOST HERO Frontispiece THE EXPRESS FROM COLUMBIA 11 THE ENTERPRISE OF THE SUMMERVILLE MERCHANT 12 IN THE GROUP AT THE STATION STOOD A WHITE BOY ...
... of them. The power to recognize them and the will to use them make the hero. He who saves life, no matter how obscure, how poor, how ignorant he may ...
... Summerville streets can ever be said to throng-with warm and thirsty loungers of both sexes and of every color. South Carolinians though they were, ...
... have thought that half the dogs in the neighborhood had relatives coming from Columbia. [Illustration: STRAY GOATS AND MULES GAZED EXPECTANTLY.]. Stray ...
... an old red handkerchief with a polka spot. [Illustration: AN OLD NEGRO CAME UP.]. Say, boss, cud ye tell me whar a poah niggah cud fine a bit ...
... ground. The ringing of hoofs and whir of wheels made strange sensations in his ears. He thought what a fool he was to be knocked down by old Ben Bow. [Illustration: ...
... lad to the earth, which had become a raging sea. It rocked-it rolled. Terrified, the child no longer attempted to stand. He got down on his hands and ...
... upon the cross-ties, groping toward the oncoming train. He thrust out his hands and stood a moment piteously crying, Pap. Pap. the most bewildered ...
... at her, to get to his father, to cling to the cow-catcher, perhaps, till the engineer stopped for sheer mercy,-this was the nearest approach to ...
... aboard ob her. I'se run like de nation fer to warn de town.. [Illustration: RUN FOR 'T. RUN.]. Oh, there isn't any town to warn. cried Donny. ...
... of the second little station, known as the West End station of Summerville, an idea shot like hope itself through the confused brain of the hurrying boy. I ...
... rings of a stricken tree. Not too big for the remnant of strength in the once muscular slave. Not too big for the fiery old heart that trouble and ...
... and tossing sleepers and furrowed earth, a bank-what is called a high bank in Southern topography-raised itself just in the turn of time to have sent ...
... black fist was clinched in the approaching monster's face. I dare ye. he cried. Come on. I dare ye. He pulled himself up with a mighty wrench. ...
... and the mouth of the muttering earth to tell you, gentlemen passengers. There is no other lip to answer. Yes, there is one a little, trembling, ...
... arms, crouched beside a crooked rail. An old horse, with traces hanging and harness a wreck, stands snorting beside the boy. Donny. Donny. Why, ...
... was examined thoroughly. Again, the same result,-no human creature, dead or living, was to be seen. The pauper dog sat just where they had left him. ...
... as if united humanity could defy aroused and raging Nature,-then broke, and ran for their homes, and wives and babes, and whatever fate had left ...
... the wallet of some poor traveller, held one silver piece of the value of ten cents, two coppers, and a newspaper clipping, old and faded. It was ...
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