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I Want to be a Cub-pilot MONTHS afterward the hope within me struggled to a reluctant death, and I found myself without an ambition. But I was ashamed to go home. I was in Cincinnati, and I set to
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I Want to be a Cub-pilot MONTHS afterward the hope within me struggled to a reluctant death, and I found myself without an ambition. But I was ashamed to go home. I was in Cincinnati, and I set to
Speculations and Conclusions WE reached St. Paul, at the head of navigation of the Mississippi, and there our voya…
Legends and Scenery WE added several passengers to our list, at La Crosse; among others an old gentleman who had com…
On the Upper River THE big towns drop in, thick and fast, now: and between stretch processions of thrifty farms, n…
An Archangel FROM St. Louis northward there are all the enlivening signs of the presence of active, energetic, intel…
A Question of Law THE slaughter-house is gone from the mouth of Bear Creek and so is the small jail (or 'calabo…
A Vendetta and Other Things DURING my three days' stay in the town, I woke up every morning with the impression…
Past and Present Being left to myself, up there, I went on picking out old houses in the distant town, and calling b…
My Boyhood's Home WE took passage in one of the fast boats of the St. Louis and St. Paul Packet Company, and st…
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