Boy life: stories and readings selected from the works of William Dean Howells, and arranged for supplementary reading in elementary schools

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Harper & brothers, 1909 - Boys - 187 pages
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Page 134 - ... even the vagaries of that wandering gun-barrel, and was blown into such small pieces that the boy could bring only a few feathers of it away. In the evening, when his father came home, he showed him these trophies of the chase, and boasted of his exploit with the minutest detail. His father asked him whether he had expected to eat this sap-sucker, if he could have got enough of it together. He said no, sap-suckers were not good to eat. " Then you took its poor little life merely for the pleasure...
Page 62 - They made a very little ice go a long way in the Boy's Town; and began to use it for skating as soon as there was a glazing of it on the Basin. None of them ever got drowned there; though a boy would often start from one bank and go flying to the other, trusting his speed to save him, while the thin sheet sank and swayed, but never actually broke under him. Usually the ice was not thick enough to have a fire built on it; and it must have been on ice which was just strong enough to bear that my boy...
Page 158 - He begins to unbutton his long gray overcoat, and then he takes it off and throws it into the ring, where one of the supes catches it. Then he sticks a short pipe into his mouth, and pulls on an old wool hat, and flourishes a stick that the supe throws to him, and you see that he is an Irishman just come across the sea; and then off goes another coat, and he comes out a British soldier in white duck trousers and red coat. That comes off, and he is an American sailor, with his hands on his hips, dancing...
Page 171 - I dare say this was not quite a wholesome frame of mind for a boy of ten years ; but I do not defend it ; I only portray it. Being the boy he was, he was destined somehow to dwell half the time in a world of dreamery ; and I have tried to express how, when he had once got enough of villainy, he reformed his ideals and rather liked virtue. At any rate, it was a phase of being that could not have been prevented without literally destroying him, and...
Page 42 - ... minutely in his daily doings and dreamings, and it may amuse them to compare these doings and dreamings with their own. For convenience, I shall call this boy, my boy; but I hope he might have been almost anybody's boy; and I mean him sometimes for a boy in general, as well as a boy in particular. It seems to me that my Boy's Town was a town peculiarly adapted for a boy to be a boy in.
Page 171 - EVERT boy is two or three boys, or twenty or thirty different kinds of boys in one ; he is all the time living many lives and forming many characters; but it is a good thing if he can keep one life and one character when he gets to be a man. He may turn out to be like an onion when he is grown up, and be nothing but hulls, that you keep peeling off, one after another, till yon think you have got down to the heart, at last, and then you have got down to nothing.
Page 48 - But the family always lived in abundance, and in their way they belonged to the employing class ; that is, the father had men to work for him. On the other hand, he worked with them ; and the boys, as they grew old enough, were taught to work with them, too. My boy grew old enough very young ; and was put to use in the printingoffice before he was ten years of age. This was not altogether because he was needed there, I dare say, but because it was part of his father's Swedenborgian philosophy that...
Page 42 - It had a river, the great Miami River, which was as blue as the sky when it was not as yellow as gold ; and it had another river, called the Old River, which was the Miami's former channel, and which held an island in its sluggish loop ; the boys called it The Island ; and it must have been about the size of Australia ; perhaps it was not so large. Then this town had a Canal, and a Canal-Basin, and a First Lock and a Second Lock ; you could walk out to the First Lock, but the Second Lock was at the...
Page 32 - But that only made him hollo the louder, >and he 43 holloed so loud that at last he made somebody hear. It was Hen Billard's grandmother, and she put her head out of the window with her night-cap on, to see what the matter was. Jim Leonard caught sight of her and he screamed, "Fire, fire, fire! I'm drownding, Mrs. Billard! Oh, do somebody come!
Page 64 - ... No boy can violate them without losing his standing among the other boys, and he cannot enter into their world without coming under them. He must do this, and must not do that; he obeys, but he does not know why, any more than the far-off savages from whom his customs seem mostly to have come. His world is all in and through the world of men and women, but no man or woman can get into it any more than if it were a world of invisible beings.

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