Title: Before Adam  Author: Jack London Subjects: Fiction; History; Fantasy  It is the story of a man who dreams he lives the li...

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot....

I was born in the working-class. Early I discovered enthusiasm, ambition, and ideals; and to satisfy these became the problem of my child...

It is quite fair to say that I became a Socialist in a fashion somewhat similar to the way in which the Teutonic pagans became Christians...

I THE way led along upon what had once been the embankment of a railroad. But no train had run upon it for many years. The forest on eith...

A fire burned cheerfully in the jungle camp, and beside the fire lolled a cheerful-seeming though horrible-appearing man. This was a hobo...

It was the summer of 1897, and there was trouble in the Tarwater family. Grandfather Tarwater, after remaining properly subdued and crushe...

There are some stories that have to be true--the sort that cannot be fabricated by a ready fiction-reckoner. And by the same token there a...

There it was! The abrupt liberation of sound! As he timed it with his watch, Bassett likened it to the trump of an archangel. Walls of ci...

El-Soo had been a Mission girl. Her mother had died when she was very small, and Sister Alberta had plucked El-Soo as a brand from the bur...

Sitka Charley had achieved the impossible. Other Indians might have known as much of the wisdom of the trail as he did; but he alone knew ...

Once when the northland was very young, the social and civic virtues were remarkably alike for their paucity and their simplicity. When th...

'Carmen won't last more than a couple of days.' Mason spat out a chunk of ice and surveyed the poor animal ruefully, then put ...

"TO cook by your fire and to sleep under your roof for the night," I had announced on entering old Ebbits's cabin; and he ha...

Fortune La Pearle crushed his way through the snow, sobbing, straining, cursing his luck, Alaska, Nome, the cards, and the man who had fel...

"Must I, then, must I, then, now leave this town - And you, my love, stay here?"--Schwabian Folk-song. The singer, clean-faced ...

It was in the early days in Fiji, when John Starhurst arose in the mission house at Rewa Village and announced his intention of carrying t...

IT is a simple matter to see the obvious, to do the expected. The tendency of the individual life is to be static rather than dynamic, and...

All lines had been cast off, and the Seattle No. 4 was pulling slowly out from the shore. Her decks were piled high with freight and bagga...

This being a story--and a truer one than it may appear--of a mining country, it is quite to be expected that it will be a hard-luck story....