In Gold Time Littlehale Black Cat Shorts Public Domain Free Library Downloads Sarnia's Choice.

section 1 of the black cat volume 1 number 1 october 1895. this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by jim gallagher the black cat volume 1 number 1 october 1895 section one in gold time by roberta littlehale he was straight and grizzled and keen of eye he had worked and fought and gambled his way through the lawlessness and passion of the state's early life into the decency and uprightness of a successful contractor his name was bill bowen as a civil engineer i came more or less in contact with him and rejoiced in the largeness of his mental mold as well as in the business sense of security he let me enjoy one summer's night we took a drive to a distant town on the san joaquin river we were to look at stone for bridge building and the blistering heat of the day made us willing to lose our sleep for the more comfortable traveling by starlight the horses jogged lazily through the coarse thick dust on the river's levee and the insects from the grain fields and the frogs from the sloughs had things wholly to themselves until bill suddenly interrupted mrs chase is pretty enough yet to understand why she sent two fellows to the devil isn't she what are you talking about i answered oh said bill pulling himself up i forgot you didn't struggle with the rest of us through those groggy days i knew bill well enough to let him relapse just so many minutes then i said judge chase's wife is lovelier at 60 than most girls at 16 rai hadn't an idea she figured so romantically in the early days as to send anybody overboard replied bill reflectively the horses traveled down without attention and i waited in patience you know what it was like he began at last men with guns from all over the union and gold the heaven we sweated for prayers and accord and the gambling tables all running under one roof an area a woman's face showing up in the mass to give us courage to be sure there were vexiness ribs of satan who robbed and killed and drank with the worst of us but until 51 we'd never the woman for reverence then by degrees the lawyers and a stray merchant or two aired their families but things wasn't dizzy till pretty grace blanchard got out with her father understand she cared self as she ought to but understand there was men among us who was born and bred to live with blood the massivists had to take out our satisfaction in looking at her but for two the favorite old blanchard's eyes was easy reading and it wasn't long seeing the course the straw took ned emery was a long lean blonde fellow with a blamed fine face and a way that made friends of the toughest they said he looked to swell when he called to the blanchards but i never saw him but like the rest of us red shirted then overalled and an angle to his pistols that made him a joy george stokes shorty we called him was a man with an answer that ripped like a knife and a head that made success of everything because it could work crooked as well as straight he'd been on the bench but he'd located a vein in mariposa and was overseen up there in 52 naturally he lost opportunities not being right on the spot and the danger began the blanchard house was swelled larger than most of the cabins and had two long windows that opened onto a porch things might never have been so bad but for those two lidless eyes in front one fatal night shorty strokes rode into the settlement and i'm getting ahead of affairs bill tossed his cigar into the thules and hurried the horses into effort as the interest of his reminiscence swept him on the girl carried herself out of the fashion of high steppers and neither fellow could swear where he stood it was laughter and spirit for both of them they said and nip and tuck for the yielding the pace was the sort that exhausts men and shorty sprained for...

In Gold Time Littlehale Black Cat Shorts Public Domain Free Library Downloads Sarnia's Choice.

section 1 of the black cat volume 1 number 1 october 1895. this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by jim gallagher the black cat volume 1 number 1 october 1895 section one in gold time by roberta littlehale he was straight and grizzled and keen of eye he had worked and fought and gambled his way through the lawlessness and passion of the state's early life into the decency and uprightness of a successful contractor his name was bill bowen as a civil engineer i came more or less in contact with him and rejoiced in the largeness of his mental mold as well as in the business sense of security he let me enjoy one summer's night we took a drive to a distant town on the san joaquin river we were to look at stone for bridge building and the blistering heat of the day made us willing to lose our sleep for the more comfortable traveling by starlight the horses jogged lazily through the coarse thick dust on the river's levee and the insects from the grain fields and the frogs from the sloughs had things wholly to themselves until bill suddenly interrupted mrs chase is pretty enough yet to understand why she sent two fellows to the devil isn't she what are you talking about i answered oh said bill pulling himself up i forgot you didn't struggle with the rest of us through those groggy days i knew bill well enough to let him relapse just so many minutes then i said judge chase's wife is lovelier at 60 than most girls at 16 rai hadn't an idea she figured so romantically in the early days as to send anybody overboard replied bill reflectively the horses traveled down without attention and i waited in patience you know what it was like he began at last men with guns from all over the union and gold the heaven we sweated for prayers and accord and the gambling tables all running under one roof an area a woman's face showing up in the mass to give us courage to be sure there were vexiness ribs of satan who robbed and killed and drank with the worst of us but until 51 we'd never the woman for reverence then by degrees the lawyers and a stray merchant or two aired their families but things wasn't dizzy till pretty grace blanchard got out with her father understand she cared self as she ought to but understand there was men among us who was born and bred to live with blood the massivists had to take out our satisfaction in looking at her but for two the favorite old blanchard's eyes was easy reading and it wasn't long seeing the course the straw took ned emery was a long lean blonde fellow with a blamed fine face and a way that made friends of the toughest they said he looked to swell when he called to the blanchards but i never saw him but like the rest of us red shirted then overalled and an angle to his pistols that made him a joy george stokes shorty we called him was a man with an answer that ripped like a knife and a head that made success of everything because it could work crooked as well as straight he'd been on the bench but he'd located a vein in mariposa and was overseen up there in 52 naturally he lost opportunities not being right on the spot and the danger began the blanchard house was swelled larger than most of the cabins and had two long windows that opened onto a porch things might never have been so bad but for those two lidless eyes in front one fatal night shorty strokes rode into the settlement and i'm getting ahead of affairs bill tossed his cigar into the thules and hurried the horses into effort as the interest of his reminiscence swept him on the girl carried herself out of the fashion of high steppers and neither fellow could swear where he stood it was laughter and spirit for both of them they said and nip and tuck for the yielding the pace was the sort that exhausts men and shorty sprained for...

Story of Flying Robert Free Kids Books No Copyright Chidren's Entertainment by Sarnia.

the story of flying robert by heinrich hoffman this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org when the rain comes tumbling down in the country or the town all good little girls and boys stay at home and mine their toys robert thought no when it pours it is bitter out of doors rain it did and in a minute bob was in it here you see him silly fellow underneath his red umbrella what a wind oh how it whistles through the trees and flowers and thistles it has caught his red umbrella now look at him silly fella up he flies to the skies no one heard his screams and cries through the clouds the rude wind bore him and his hat flew on before him soon they got to such a height they were nearly out of sight and the hat went up so high that it nearly touched the sky no one ever yet could tell where they stopped or where they fell only this one thing is playing bob was never seen again

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Story of Flying Robert Free Kids Books No Copyright Chidren's Entertainment by Sarnia.

the story of flying robert by heinrich hoffman this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org when the rain comes tumbling down in the country or the town all good little girls and boys stay at home and mine their toys robert thought no when it pours it is bitter out of doors rain it did and in a minute bob was in it here you see him silly fellow underneath his red umbrella what a wind oh how it whistles through the trees and flowers and thistles it has caught his red umbrella now look at him silly fella up he flies to the skies no one heard his screams and cries through the clouds the rude wind bore him and his hat flew on before him soon they got to such a height they were nearly out of sight and the hat went up so high that it nearly touched the sky no one ever yet could tell where they stopped or where they fell only this one thing is playing bob was never seen again

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Another classic chosen by Sarnia for the Tale Teller Kids' Library.

Daedalus and Icarus Peabody Free Children's Library Tale Teller Club Public Domain.

icarus and daedalus by josephine preston peabody this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org among all those mortals who grew so wise that they learned the secrets of the gods none was more cunning than daedalus he once built for king minos of crete a wonderful labyrinth of winding ways so cunningly tangled up and twisted around that once inside you could never find your way out again without a magic clue but the king's favor veered with the wind and one day he had his master architect imprisoned in a tower daedalus managed to escape from his cell but it seemed impossible to leave the island since every ship that came or went was well guarded by order of the king at length watching the seagulls in the air the only creatures that were sure of liberty he thought of a plan for himself and his young son icarus who is captive with him little by little he gathered a store of feathers great and small he fastened these together with thread molded them in with wax and so fashioned two great wings like those of a bird when they were done daedalus fitted them to his own shoulders and after one or two efforts he found that by waving his arms he could winnow the air and cleave it as a swimmer does the sea he held himself aloft wavered this way in that with the wind and at last like a great fledgling he learned to fly without delay he fell to work on a pair of wings for the boy icarus and told him carefully how to use them bidding him beware of rash adventures among the stars remember said the father never to fly very low or very high for the fogs about the earth would weigh you down but the blaze of the sun will surely melt your feathers apart if you go too near for icarus these cautions went in at one ear and out by the other who could remember to be careful when he was to fly for the first time are birds careful not they and not an idea remained in the boy's head but the one joy of escape the day came and the fair wind that was to set them free the father bird put on his wings and while the light urged them to be gone he waited to see that all was well with icarus for the two could not fly hand in hand up they rose the boy after his father the hateful ground of crete sank beneath them and the country folk who caught a glimpse of them when they were high above the treetops took it for a vision of the gods apollo perhaps with cupid after him at first there was a terror in the joy the wide vacancy of the air dazed them a glance downward made their brains real but when a great wind filled their wings an icarus felt himself sustained like a halcyon bird in the hollow of a wave like a child uplifted by his mother he forgot everything in the world but joy he forgot crete and the other islands that he had passed over he saw but vaguely that winged thing in the distance before him that was his father daedalus he longed for one draft of flight to quench the thirst of his captivity he stretched out his arms to the sky and made towards the highest heavens alas for him warmer and warmer grew the air those arms that had seemed to uphold him relaxed his wings wavered drooped he fluttered his young hands vainly he was falling and in that terror he remembered the heat of the sun had melted the wax from his wings the feathers were falling one by one like snowflakes and there was none to help he fell like a leaf tossed down the wind down down with one cry that overtook daedalus far away when he returned and sought high and low for the poor boy he saw nothing but the bird-like feathers afloat on the water and he knew that icarus was drowned the nearest island he named ikaria in memory of the child but he in heavy grief went to the temple of apollo in sicily and there hung up his wings as...

Another classic chosen by Sarnia for the Tale Teller Kids' Library.

Daedalus and Icarus Peabody Free Children's Library Tale Teller Club Public Domain.

icarus and daedalus by josephine preston peabody this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org among all those mortals who grew so wise that they learned the secrets of the gods none was more cunning than daedalus he once built for king minos of crete a wonderful labyrinth of winding ways so cunningly tangled up and twisted around that once inside you could never find your way out again without a magic clue but the king's favor veered with the wind and one day he had his master architect imprisoned in a tower daedalus managed to escape from his cell but it seemed impossible to leave the island since every ship that came or went was well guarded by order of the king at length watching the seagulls in the air the only creatures that were sure of liberty he thought of a plan for himself and his young son icarus who is captive with him little by little he gathered a store of feathers great and small he fastened these together with thread molded them in with wax and so fashioned two great wings like those of a bird when they were done daedalus fitted them to his own shoulders and after one or two efforts he found that by waving his arms he could winnow the air and cleave it as a swimmer does the sea he held himself aloft wavered this way in that with the wind and at last like a great fledgling he learned to fly without delay he fell to work on a pair of wings for the boy icarus and told him carefully how to use them bidding him beware of rash adventures among the stars remember said the father never to fly very low or very high for the fogs about the earth would weigh you down but the blaze of the sun will surely melt your feathers apart if you go too near for icarus these cautions went in at one ear and out by the other who could remember to be careful when he was to fly for the first time are birds careful not they and not an idea remained in the boy's head but the one joy of escape the day came and the fair wind that was to set them free the father bird put on his wings and while the light urged them to be gone he waited to see that all was well with icarus for the two could not fly hand in hand up they rose the boy after his father the hateful ground of crete sank beneath them and the country folk who caught a glimpse of them when they were high above the treetops took it for a vision of the gods apollo perhaps with cupid after him at first there was a terror in the joy the wide vacancy of the air dazed them a glance downward made their brains real but when a great wind filled their wings an icarus felt himself sustained like a halcyon bird in the hollow of a wave like a child uplifted by his mother he forgot everything in the world but joy he forgot crete and the other islands that he had passed over he saw but vaguely that winged thing in the distance before him that was his father daedalus he longed for one draft of flight to quench the thirst of his captivity he stretched out his arms to the sky and made towards the highest heavens alas for him warmer and warmer grew the air those arms that had seemed to uphold him relaxed his wings wavered drooped he fluttered his young hands vainly he was falling and in that terror he remembered the heat of the sun had melted the wax from his wings the feathers were falling one by one like snowflakes and there was none to help he fell like a leaf tossed down the wind down down with one cry that overtook daedalus far away when he returned and sought high and low for the poor boy he saw nothing but the bird-like feathers afloat on the water and he knew that icarus was drowned the nearest island he named ikaria in memory of the child but he in heavy grief went to the temple of apollo in sicily and there hung up his wings as...

News and views from the waterfornt at Royal Clarence with Sarnia and some gogeous Beethoven from the vinyl archives.

hello gorgeous people of the internet welcome to royal clarence radio i'm going to the new forest today i'm rather excited and i understand that uh going to the new forest may not be one of the most exciting things in the world but i'm taking my camera you see and making art and taking a camera just changes the event into something a little bit less predictable because you can never know what you're going to find so i'm really going to get get in amongst the um the wilderness there because it's a wonderfully wild eco um vibrant place so i'll tell you all about it tomorrow we're going to have lunch somewhere i'm not sure where i'm with my godfather and mummy and it's going to be really wonderful now the sun's sort of pretending to shine it's coming in and going out but i think that's that will work in my favor and i'm very good at the post-edit i can add sunshine to my photographs as we all can we can add sunshine to the past darlings if we um if we just edit the truth a bit um and thinking about that actually i'm taking my uh my very very wonderful piece of equipment's called a zoom h6 which is going to um record my radio show because i'm going live well live recorded sort of thing on monday to the rotary event at stokes bay i do hope you can come along i'm going to be interviewing people and uh you know talking about what's going on up there so you'll hear all about that on the tuesday but i'm taking this piece of equipment with me which was um funded by the futures venture foundation who are a radical arts body who funded me at the start of lockdown and i've never used it because of lockdown we've never been allowed out so outside was not really an option unless i was on my own of course um but then you you know you can just use your phone but when you're talking to other people you start to need fairly um robust and high quality equipment so this piece of equipment that they bought me was um more expensive than a month's rent let me tell you so i'm rather excited about it being the first time i'm very excited about the whole event it's going to be super fun so if you're going up there i can uh well you can give me a poke i mean i thought i should have a flag really shouldn't i coming out of a hat that says raw clowns radio or something um because how will people know it's me i mean i'm just going to have to go and accost people aren't i and sort of say to them do you want to fancy a quick interview and there's lots of bikes and cars up there and that's why i want to go actually because i want to photograph them i'm hoping to get hold of somebody from the rotary club have a bit of a chin wag and find out what they've been doing and who are the rachel club i don't know who they are you know obviously i'll do some research um i sort of vaguely know who they are but you don't know details they just you know you've seen something in a town or you've seen the brand you don't necessarily know what they what they get up to so i'll be sorting all that out um but today looking ahead today um i'm just going to take my phone i've got a really good phone and i don't think um i need to worry about taking my big camera i've got a big girl's camera too um anyway thinking about uh doing predictable things that aren't very exciting because futures venture who funded the equipment they're a radical arts um body the charity basically a body and trust from a some people in the 1960s who were radical artists and they had this big house and i think they all made art and then when they died they left it in trust and this money goes on to help artists such as myself so it's all rather fabulous but they were quite radical and i guess going to um stokes bay and going to the uh the forest today to do some photographs it doesn't seem to be quite radical of course i'm going to play 23 minutes of beethoven in a minute and...

News and views from the waterfornt at Royal Clarence with Sarnia and some gogeous Beethoven from the vinyl archives.

hello gorgeous people of the internet welcome to royal clarence radio i'm going to the new forest today i'm rather excited and i understand that uh going to the new forest may not be one of the most exciting things in the world but i'm taking my camera you see and making art and taking a camera just changes the event into something a little bit less predictable because you can never know what you're going to find so i'm really going to get get in amongst the um the wilderness there because it's a wonderfully wild eco um vibrant place so i'll tell you all about it tomorrow we're going to have lunch somewhere i'm not sure where i'm with my godfather and mummy and it's going to be really wonderful now the sun's sort of pretending to shine it's coming in and going out but i think that's that will work in my favor and i'm very good at the post-edit i can add sunshine to my photographs as we all can we can add sunshine to the past darlings if we um if we just edit the truth a bit um and thinking about that actually i'm taking my uh my very very wonderful piece of equipment's called a zoom h6 which is going to um record my radio show because i'm going live well live recorded sort of thing on monday to the rotary event at stokes bay i do hope you can come along i'm going to be interviewing people and uh you know talking about what's going on up there so you'll hear all about that on the tuesday but i'm taking this piece of equipment with me which was um funded by the futures venture foundation who are a radical arts body who funded me at the start of lockdown and i've never used it because of lockdown we've never been allowed out so outside was not really an option unless i was on my own of course um but then you you know you can just use your phone but when you're talking to other people you start to need fairly um robust and high quality equipment so this piece of equipment that they bought me was um more expensive than a month's rent let me tell you so i'm rather excited about it being the first time i'm very excited about the whole event it's going to be super fun so if you're going up there i can uh well you can give me a poke i mean i thought i should have a flag really shouldn't i coming out of a hat that says raw clowns radio or something um because how will people know it's me i mean i'm just going to have to go and accost people aren't i and sort of say to them do you want to fancy a quick interview and there's lots of bikes and cars up there and that's why i want to go actually because i want to photograph them i'm hoping to get hold of somebody from the rotary club have a bit of a chin wag and find out what they've been doing and who are the rachel club i don't know who they are you know obviously i'll do some research um i sort of vaguely know who they are but you don't know details they just you know you've seen something in a town or you've seen the brand you don't necessarily know what they what they get up to so i'll be sorting all that out um but today looking ahead today um i'm just going to take my phone i've got a really good phone and i don't think um i need to worry about taking my big camera i've got a big girl's camera too um anyway thinking about uh doing predictable things that aren't very exciting because futures venture who funded the equipment they're a radical arts um body the charity basically a body and trust from a some people in the 1960s who were radical artists and they had this big house and i think they all made art and then when they died they left it in trust and this money goes on to help artists such as myself so it's all rather fabulous but they were quite radical and i guess going to um stokes bay and going to the uh the forest today to do some photographs it doesn't seem to be quite radical of course i'm going to play 23 minutes of beethoven in a minute and...

Buckle My Shoe Picture Book Complete Walter Crane Free Download Public Domain.

the christmas masquerade by mary elena wilkins this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

the christmas masquerade on christmas eve the mayor's stately mansion presented a beautiful appearance there were rows of different colored wax candles burning in every window and beyond them one could see the chandeliers of gold and crystal blazing with light the fiddles were squeaking merrily and lovely little forms flew past the windows in time to the music there were gorgeous carpets laid from the door to the street and carriages were constantly arriving and fresh guests dripping over them they were all children the mayor was giving a christmas masquerade tonight to all the children in the city the poor as well as the rich the preparation for this ball had been making an immense sensation for the last three months placards had been up in the most conspicuous points in the city and all the daily newspapers had at least a column devoted to it headed with the mayor's christmas masquerade in very large letters the mayor had promised to defray the expenses of all the poor children whose parents were unable to do so and the bills for their costumes were directed to be sent into him of course there was a great deal of excitement among the regular costumers of the city and they all resolved to buy with one another in being the most popular and the best patronized on the scholar occasion but the blackouts and the notices had not been out a week before a new costumer appeared who cast all the others into the shade directly he set up his shop on the corner of one of the principal streets and hung up his beautiful costumes in the windows he was a little fellow not much larger than a boy of ten his cheeks were as red as roses and he had on a long curling wig as white as snow he wore a suit of crimson velvet knee breeches and a little swallow-tailed coat with beautiful golden buttons deep lace ruffles fell over his slender white hands and he wore elegant knee buckles of glittering stems he sat on a high stool behind his counter and served his customers himself he kept no clock it did not take the children long to discover what beautiful things he had and how superior he was to the other costumers and they began to flock to his shop immediately from the mayor's daughter to the poor rag pickers the children were to select their own costumes the mayor had stipulated that it was to be a children's ball in every sense of the word so they decided to be fairies and shepherdesses and princesses according to their own fantasies and this new costumer had charming costumes to suit them it was noticeable that for the most part the children of the rich who had always had everything they desired would choose the parts of loose girls and peasants and such like and the poor children jumped eagerly at the chance of being princesses or fairies for a few hours in their miserable lives when christmas eve came and the children flocked into the mayor's mansion whether it was owing to the costumers art or their own adaptation to the characters they had chosen it was wonderful how lifelike their representations were those little fairies in their short skirts of silken gauze in which golden sparkles appeared as they moved with their little funny gossamer wings like butterflies looked like real fairies it did not seem possible when they floated around to the music half supported on the tips of their dainty toes half by their filmy purple wings their delicate bodies swaying in time that they could be anything but fairies it seemed absurd to imagine that they were johnny mullins the wash woman's son and polly flinders the char woman's little girl and so on the mayor's daughter who had chosen the character of a goose girl looked so like a true one that one could hardly dream...

Buckle My Shoe Picture Book Complete Walter Crane Free Download Public Domain.

the christmas masquerade by mary elena wilkins this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

the christmas masquerade on christmas eve the mayor's stately mansion presented a beautiful appearance there were rows of different colored wax candles burning in every window and beyond them one could see the chandeliers of gold and crystal blazing with light the fiddles were squeaking merrily and lovely little forms flew past the windows in time to the music there were gorgeous carpets laid from the door to the street and carriages were constantly arriving and fresh guests dripping over them they were all children the mayor was giving a christmas masquerade tonight to all the children in the city the poor as well as the rich the preparation for this ball had been making an immense sensation for the last three months placards had been up in the most conspicuous points in the city and all the daily newspapers had at least a column devoted to it headed with the mayor's christmas masquerade in very large letters the mayor had promised to defray the expenses of all the poor children whose parents were unable to do so and the bills for their costumes were directed to be sent into him of course there was a great deal of excitement among the regular costumers of the city and they all resolved to buy with one another in being the most popular and the best patronized on the scholar occasion but the blackouts and the notices had not been out a week before a new costumer appeared who cast all the others into the shade directly he set up his shop on the corner of one of the principal streets and hung up his beautiful costumes in the windows he was a little fellow not much larger than a boy of ten his cheeks were as red as roses and he had on a long curling wig as white as snow he wore a suit of crimson velvet knee breeches and a little swallow-tailed coat with beautiful golden buttons deep lace ruffles fell over his slender white hands and he wore elegant knee buckles of glittering stems he sat on a high stool behind his counter and served his customers himself he kept no clock it did not take the children long to discover what beautiful things he had and how superior he was to the other costumers and they began to flock to his shop immediately from the mayor's daughter to the poor rag pickers the children were to select their own costumes the mayor had stipulated that it was to be a children's ball in every sense of the word so they decided to be fairies and shepherdesses and princesses according to their own fantasies and this new costumer had charming costumes to suit them it was noticeable that for the most part the children of the rich who had always had everything they desired would choose the parts of loose girls and peasants and such like and the poor children jumped eagerly at the chance of being princesses or fairies for a few hours in their miserable lives when christmas eve came and the children flocked into the mayor's mansion whether it was owing to the costumers art or their own adaptation to the characters they had chosen it was wonderful how lifelike their representations were those little fairies in their short skirts of silken gauze in which golden sparkles appeared as they moved with their little funny gossamer wings like butterflies looked like real fairies it did not seem possible when they floated around to the music half supported on the tips of their dainty toes half by their filmy purple wings their delicate bodies swaying in time that they could be anything but fairies it seemed absurd to imagine that they were johnny mullins the wash woman's son and polly flinders the char woman's little girl and so on the mayor's daughter who had chosen the character of a goose girl looked so like a true one that one could hardly dream...