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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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o control them. He could glow withanger, but was never mastered by it.Bancroft says of him that at the timehe assumed command under Greene, andfought and won the battle of Cowpens, hewas the ablest commander of light troopsin the world; and in no European armyof that day were there troops like those hetrained. The American struggle was not only,was not chiefly, a struggle for nationalautonomy; it was first of all a battle forthe rights of the masses; for opportunityand privilege of the individual. Morganslife strangely exemplifies all that was wonby the Revolution. He was a peasant inthe colony of a monarchy, and he becamea great leader and a moral force in a greatrepublic. He was a swaggering bully andan ignorant rustic, and he became an ac-complished general and an honored gen-tleman. History is but a synthesis ofbiography, and one rises from the studyof the Revolutionary period with the con-viction that, as man and soldier, DanielMorgan was one of the brightest figuresof that time.
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Im a regular frump, fat, hysterical and stupid. THE RESTORATION OF HELEN BY ADELE MARIE SHAW c LIFFORD, come back a minute.What is it, Helen? Fm latefor the train already.The womans voice was tearful; themans patient with the kind of patiencethat means impatience with difficulty con-trolled. I cant bear to have you go like this.The tearful voice caught in a sob. Like what, Helen? You know I must go; its as much for your sake as mine. I know—I— Once you would have taken me with you! The sobs came without any attempt at control. The grief they uttered was cer-tainly real. But their abandonment wastoo nerveless to excite the sympathy theycraved. The womans plump figure shookand quivered in a kind of spineless misery.The man had returned and stood with onearm around the crying woman; he had notdropped his bag. Helen, he said, what is the use of allthis? I must have my mind clear for thenext few days—everything depends on it. Imust be alone. You arent yourself or youdsee it—theres

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