Ragged Dick: Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-blacks
Dick Hunter rises from life on the streets as a newsboy to become financially independent and his fortunes take a dramatic turn for the better when he rescues the drowning son of a successful merchant.
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Ragged Dick: Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks
Horatio Alger, Jr
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Ragged Dick: Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks
Horatio Alger, Jr
No preview available - 2021
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Page 5 - Our ragged hero wasn'ta model boy in all respects. I am afraid he swore sometimes, and now and then he played tricks upon unsophisticated boys from the country, or gave a wrong direction to honest old gentlemen unused to the city.
Page 284 - somebody's stole my Washington coat and Napoleon pants. Maybe it's an agent of Barnum's, who expects to make a fortun' by exhibitin' the valooable wardrobe of a gentleman of fashion." Dick did not shed many tears over his loss, as, in his present circumstances, he never expected to have any further use for the well-worn garments. It may be stated that he afterwards saw them adorning the figure of Micky Maguire; but whether that estimable young man stole them himself, he never ascertained. As to the...
Page 1 - While this conversation had been going on, Dick had got up. His bedchamber had been a wooden box half full of straw, on which the young bootblack had reposed his weary limbs, and slept as soundly as if it had been a bed of down. He dumped down into the straw without taking the trouble of undressing. Getting up too was an equally short process. He jumped out of the box, shook himself, picked out one or two straws that had found their way into rents in his clothes, and, drawing a well-worn cap over...
Page 207 - He knew that he had only himself to depend upon, and he determined to make the most of himself, — a resolution which is the secret of success in nine cases out of ten. "Dick," said Fosdick, one evening, after they had completed their studies, "I think you'll have to get another teacher soon.
Page 93 - No, I aint always. Sometimes I have the blues." "When?" "Wnll, once last winter it was awful cold, and there was big holes in my shoes, and my gloves and all my warm clothes was at the tailor's. I felt as if life was sort of tough, and I'd like it if some rich man would adopt me, and give me plenty to eat and drink and wear, without my havin
Page 4 - em and sent 'em to me, — he's bigger than me, and that's why they don't fit." "It seems you have distinguished friends. Now, my lad, I suppose you would like your money." "I shouldn't have any objection," said Dick. "I believe," said the gentleman, examining his pocketbook, "I haven't got anything short of twenty-five cents. Have you got any change?" "Not a cent," said Dick. "All my money's invested in the Erie Railroad.
Page 115 - Good-by, my lad," said Mr. Whitney. "I hope to hear good accounts of you sometime. Don't forget what I have told you. Remember that your future position depends mainly upon yourself, and that it will be high or low as you choose to make it." He held out his hand, in which was a five-dollar bill. Dick shrunk back. "I don't like to take it,