Uncle Tom's Cabin / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Title: Uncle Tom's Cabin (Life among the Lowly)

Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe

Subjects: Classic; Fiction

It is an anti-slavery novel. It helped to lay the groundwork for the Civil War in U.S. It was the second best-selling book of the 19th and 20th century. The impact attributed to the book is great, reinforced by a story that when Abraham Lincoln met Stowe at the start of the Civil War, Lincoln declared,

The Diverting History of Little Whiskey / Harriet Beecher Stowe

And now, at the last, I am going to tell you something of the ways

and doings of one of the queer little people, whom I shall call

Whiskey.

You cannot imagine how pretty he is. His back has the most beautiful

smooth shining stripes of reddish brown and black, his eyes shine

like bright glass beads, and he sits up jauntily on his hind

quarters, with his little tail thrown over his back like a ruffle.

Our Country Neighbours / Harriet Beecher Stowe

We have just built our house in rather an out-of-the-way place--on

the bank of a river, and under the shade of a patch of woods which is

a veritable remain of quite an ancient forest. The checkerberry and

partridge-plum, with their glossy green leaves and scarlet berries,

still carpet the ground under its deep shadows; and prince's-pine and

other kindred evergreens declare its native wildness,--for these are

children of the wild woods, that never come after plough and harrow

have once broken a soil.

Hum, the Son of Buz / Harriet Beecher Stowe

At Rye Beach, during our summer's vacation, there came, as there

always will to seaside visitors, two or three cold, chilly, rainy

days,--days when the skies that long had not rained a drop seemed

suddenly to bethink themselves of their remissness, and to pour down

water, not by drops, but by pailfuls. The chilly wind blew and

whistled, the water dashed along the ground and careered in foamy

rills along the roadside, and the bushes bent beneath the constant

flood. It was plain that there was to be no sea-bathing on such a

day, no walks, no rides; and so, shivering and drawing our blanket-

shawls close about us, we sat down at the window to watch the storm

outside.

The Squirrels that live in a House / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Once upon a time a gentleman went out into a great forest, and cut

away the trees, and built there a very nice little cottage. It was

set very low on the ground, and had very large bow-windows, and so

much of it was glass that one could look through it on every side and

see what was going on in the forest. You could see the shadows of

the fern-leaves, as they flickered and wavered over the ground, and

the scarlet partridge-berry and winter-green plums that matted round

the roots of the trees, and the bright spots of sunshine that fell

through their branches and went dancing about among the bushes and

leaves at their roots.

Mother Magpie's Mischief / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Old Mother Magpie was about the busiest character in the forest. But

you must know that there is a great difference between being busy and

being industrious. One may be very busy all the time, and yet not in

the least industrious; and this was the case with Mother Magpie.

Miss Katy-Did and Miss Cricket / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Miss Katy-did sat on the branch of a flowering azalea, in her best

suit of fine green and silver, with wings of point-lace from Mother

Nature's finest web.

Miss Katy was in the very highest possible spirits, because her

gallant cousin, Colonel Katy-did, had looked in to make her a morning

visit. It was a fine morning, too, which goes for as much among the

Katy-dids as among men and women.

The History of Tip-Top / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Under the window of a certain pretty little cottage there grew a

great old apple-tree, which in the spring had thousands and thousands

of lovely pink blossoms on it, and in the autumn had about half as

many bright red apples as it had blossoms in the spring.

The Nutcrackers of Nutcracker Lodge / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Mr. and Mrs. Nutcracker were as respectable a pair of squirrels as

ever wore gray brushes over their backs. They were animals of a

settled and serious turn of mind, not disposed to run after vanities

and novelties, but filling their station in life with prudence and

sobriety. Nutcracker Lodge was a hole in a sturdy old chestnut

overhanging a shady dell, and was held to be as respectably kept an

establishment as there was in the whole forest. Even Miss Jenny

Wren, the greatest gossip of the neighbourhood, never found anything

to criticise in its arrangements;

Hen that Hatched Ducks / Harriet Beecher Stowe

Once there was a nice young hen that we will call Mrs. Feathertop.

She was a hen of most excellent family, being a direct descendant of

the Bolton Grays, and as pretty a young fowl as you could wish to see

of a summer's day. She was, moreover, as fortunately situated in

life as it was possible for a hen to be. She was bought by young

Master Fred Little John, with four or five family connections of

hers, and a lively young cock, who was held to be as brisk a

scratcher and as capable a head of a family as any half-dozen

sensible hens could desire.

The First Christmas of New England / Harriet Beecher Stowe

The shores of the Atlantic coast of America may well be a terror to

navigators. They present an inexorable wall, against which forbidding and

angry waves incessantly dash, and around which shifting winds continually

rave. The approaches to safe harbors are few in number, intricate and

difficult, requiring the skill of practiced pilots.

Deacon Pitkin's Farm / Harriet Beecher Stowe

CHAPTER I.

MISS DIANA.

Thanksgiving was impending in the village of Mapleton on the 20th of

November, 1825.

The Governor's proclamation had been duly and truly read from the pulpit

the Sunday before, to the great consternation of Miss Briskett, the

ambulatory dressmaker, who declared confidentially to Deacon Pitkin's

wife that "she didn't see nothin' how she was goin' to get through

things--and there was Saphiry's gown, and Miss Deacon Trowbridge's cloak,

and Lizy Jane's new merino, not a stroke done on't. The Governor ought to

be ashamed of himself for hurrying matters so."

Betty's Bright Idea / Harriet Beecher Stowe

"When He ascended up on high, He led captivity captive, and gave gifts

unto men."--Eph. iv. 8.

Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrate,

The bird of dawning singeth all night long.

And then, they say, no evil spirit walks;

The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,

No fairy takes, no witch hath power to charm,--

So hallowed and so gracious is the time.