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It was a gray, lowering afternoon that, worn out, half starved, and haggard, Israel arrived within some ten or fifteen miles of London, and saw scores and scores of forlorn men engaged in a great bric
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It was a gray, lowering afternoon that, worn out, half starved, and haggard, Israel arrived within some ten or fifteen miles of London, and saw scores and scores of forlorn men engaged in a great bric
It happened that the ship, gaining her port, was moored to the dock on a Fourth of July; and half an hour after landing…
For the most part, what befell Israel during his forty years wanderings in the London deserts, surpassed the forty year…
At the end of his brickmaking, our adventurer found himself with a tolerable suit of clothes—somewhat darned—on his bac…
All night long, men sat before the mouth of the kilns, feeding them with fuel. A dull smoke—a smoke of their torments—w…
Among the episodes of the Revolutionary War, none is stranger than that of Ethan Allen in England; the event and the ma…
At length, as the ship, gliding on past three or four vessels at anchor in the roadstead—one, a man-of-war just furling…
For a time back, across the otherwise blue-jean career of Israel, Paul Jones flits and re-flits like a crimson thread. …
The battle between the Bon Homme Richard and the Serapis stands in history as the first signal collision on the sea bet…
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