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Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Chapter 2 Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Chapter 2

Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Chapter 2
II.The thirtieth day of May, 1887, fell on a Monday. It was one of the annual holidays of the nation in the latter third of the nineteenth century, being set apart under the name of Decoration Day, for doing honor to the memory of the soldiers of the North who took part in the war for the preservation of the union of the States. The survivors of the war, escorted by military and civic processions and bands of music, were wont on this occasion to visit the cemeteries and lay wreaths of flowers upon the graves of their dead comrades, the... Long Stories - Post by : beetee - Date : July 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1607

Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Chapter 1 Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Chapter 1

Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Chapter 1
I.I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857. "What!" you say, "eighteen fifty-seven? That is an odd slip. He means nineteen fifty-seven, of course." I beg pardon, but there is no mistake. It was about four in the afternoon of December the 26th, one day after Christmas, in the year 1857, not 1957, that I first breathed the east wind of Boston, which, I assure the reader, was at that remote period marked by the same penetrating quality characterizing it in the present year of grace, 2000. These statements seem so absurd on their face,... Long Stories - Post by : south205 - Date : July 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1708

Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Preface Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Preface

Looking Backwards From 2000 To 1887 - Preface
Historical Section Shawmut College, Boston, December 26, 2000 Living as we do in the closing year of the twentieth century, enjoying the blessings of a social order at once so simple and logical that it seems but the triumph of common sense, it is no doubt difficult for those whose studies have not been largely historical to realize that the present organization of society is, in its completeness, less than a century old. No historical fact is, however, better established than that till nearly the end of the nineteenth century it was the general belief that the ancient industrial system, with... Long Stories - Post by : Delmen - Date : July 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 2668

To Whom This May Come To Whom This May Come

To Whom This May Come
It is now about a year since I took passage at Calcutta in the ship Adelaide for New York. We had baffling weather till New Amsterdam Island was sighted we took a new point of departure. Three days later, a terrible gale struck us Four days we flew before it, whither, no one knew, for neither sun, moon, nor stars were at any time visible, and we could take no observation. Toward midnight of the fourth day, the glare of lightning revealed the Adelaide in a hopeless position, close in upon a low-lying shore, and driving straight toward it. All... Short Stories - Post by : helmer - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 3787

With The Eyes Shut With The Eyes Shut

With The Eyes Shut
Railroad rides are naturally tiresome to persons who cannot read on the cars, and, being one of those unfortunates, I resigned myself, on taking my seat in the train, to several hours of tedium, alleviated only by such cat-naps as I might achieve. Partly on account of my infirmity, though more on account of a taste for rural quiet and retirement, my railroad journeys are few and far between. Strange as the statement may seem in days like these, it had actually been five years since I had been on an express train of a trunk line. Now, as every one... Short Stories - Post by : vinnet - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 3225

Two Days' Solitary Imprisonment Two Days' Solitary Imprisonment

Two Days' Solitary Imprisonment
Mr. Joseph Kilgore was suffering from one of those spring influenzas which make a man feel as if he were his own grandfather. His nose had acquired the shape of a turnip and the complexion of a beet. All his bones ached as if he had been soundly thrashed, and his eyes were weak and watery. Your deadly disease is oftener than not a gentleman who takes your life without mauling you, but the minor diseases are mere bruisers who just go in for making one as uncomfortable and unpresentable as possible. Mr. Kilgore's influenza had been coming on for several... Short Stories - Post by : alanritchie - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1127

A Summer Evening's Dream A Summer Evening's Dream

A Summer Evening's Dream
It is a village street, with great elms on either side, while along the middle stands another row set in a narrow strip of grassy common, so that the street and roadway are in reality double. The dwellings on either side are not only widely parted by the broad street, but are still further isolated, each in its large garden of ancient fruit trees. It is four o'clock of a sunny August afternoon, and a quiet, Sabbath-like but for its lazy voluptuousness, broods over the scene. No carriage, or even pedestrian, has passed for an hour. The occasional voices of children... Short Stories - Post by : zonker - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 3196

Potts's Painless Cure Potts's Painless Cure

Potts's Painless Cure
"Must you go up to that tiresome old college again to-night?" Pouting lips and delicate brows fretted in pretty importunity over the troubled eyes enforced the pleading tones, and yet the young man to whom they were addressed found strength to reply:-- "I 'm afraid I can't get rid of it. I particularly promised Sturgis I would look in on him, and it won't do for me to cut my acquaintance with the class entirely just because I 'm having such a jolly time down here." "Oh, no, you don't think it jolly at all, or you would n't be so... Short Stories - Post by : mcordeiro - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1960

A Positive Romance A Positive Romance

A Positive Romance
My friend Hammond is a bachelor, and lives in chambers in New York. Whenever we meet on my occasional visits to the city, he insists on my spending the night with him. On one of these occasions we had been at the opera during the evening, and had witnessed an ovation to a beautiful and famous singer. We had been stirred by the enthusiasm of the audience, and on our walk home fell to discussing a theme suggested by the scene; namely, the tendency of man to assume a worshipful attitude towards woman, and the reason for it. Was it merely... Short Stories - Post by : Dragonfire - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1981

The Old Folks' Party The Old Folks' Party

The Old Folks' Party
"And now what shall we do next Wednesday evening?" said Jessie Hyde, in a business-like tone. "It is your turn, Henry, to suggest." Jessie was a practical, energetic young lady, whose blue eyes never relapsed into the dreaminess to which that color is subject. She furnished the "go" for the club. Especially she furnished the "go" for Henry Long, who had lots of ideas, but without her to stir him up was as dull as a flint without a steel. There were six in the club, and all were present to-night in Jessie's parlor. The evening had been given to a... Short Stories - Post by : krissty - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1001

An Echo Of Antietam An Echo Of Antietam

An Echo Of Antietam
I The air was tremulous with farewells. The regiment, recruited within sight of the steeples of Waterville, and for three months in camp just outside the city, was to march the next morning. A series of great battles had weakened the Federal armies, and the authorities at Washington had ordered all available men to the front. The camp was to be broken up at an early hour, after which the regiment would march through the city to the depot to take the cars. The streets along the route of the march were already being decorated with flags and garlands. The city... Short Stories - Post by : mikevecc - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1631

The Cold Snap The Cold Snap

The Cold Snap
In the extremes of winter and summer, when the weather is either extraordinarily cold or hot, I confess to experiencing a peculiar sense of helplessness and vague uneasiness. I have a feeling that a trifling additional rise or fall of temperature, such as might be caused by any slight hitch in the machinery of the universe, would quite crowd mankind out of existence. To be sure, the hitch never has occurred, but what if it should? Conscious that I have about reached the limit of my own endurance, the thought of the bare contingency is unpleasant enough to cause a feeling... Short Stories - Post by : drew.peacock - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 2819

The Blindman's World The Blindman's World

The Blindman's World
The narrative to which this note is introductory was found among the papers of the late Professor S. Erastus Larrabee, and, as an acquaintance of the gentleman to whom they were bequeathed, I was requested to prepare it for publication. This turned out a very easy task, for the document proved of so extraordinary a character that, if published at all, it should obviously be without change. It appears that the professor did really, at one time in his life, have an attack of vertigo, or something of the sort, under circumstances similar to those described by him, and to that... Short Stories - Post by : Arlene2003 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1513

At Pinney's Ranch At Pinney's Ranch

At Pinney's Ranch
John Lansing first met Mary Hollister at the house of his friend Pinney, whose wife was her sister. She had soft gray eyes, a pretty color in her cheeks, rosy lips, and a charming figure. In the course of the evening somebody suggested mind-reading as a pastime, and Lansing, who had some powers, or supposed powers, in that direction, although he laughed at them himself, experimented in turn with the ladies. He failed with nearly every subject until it came Mary Hollister's turn. As she placed her soft palm in his, closed her eyes, and gave herself up to his influence,... Short Stories - Post by : Redrocks - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1516

A Love Story Reversed A Love Story Reversed

A Love Story Reversed
I The golden hands of the parlor clock point glimmeringly to an hour after midnight, and the house is still. The gas is turned almost out, but the flickering of the dying sea-coal fire in the grate fitfully illumines the forms and faces of two young women, who are seated before it, talking earnestly in low tones. It is apparent from their costumes that they have been spending the evening out. The fair girl in the low chair, gazing pensively into the fire, is Maud Elliott, the daughter of the house. Not generally called handsome, her features are good and well... Short Stories - Post by : 28alex01 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 3237

Hooking Watermelons Hooking Watermelons

Hooking Watermelons
The train slackened, a brakeman thrust his head in at the door and shouted "Bah,"--a mysterious formality observed on American trains as they enter towns,--and an elderly lady, two drummers, and a young man with a satchel got out, followed by the languid envy of the other passengers, who had longer or shorter penances of heat and dust before them. The train got under way again, while the knot of loafers about the station proceeded to eye the arrivals as judicially as if they were a committee of safety to protect the village from invasion by doubtful characters. The old lady,... Short Stories - Post by : bjbauer - Date : May 2011 - Author : Edward Bellamy - Read : 1440