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Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKE'S PEAK CLIMB POSSIBLE FOR WE ARE AT THE SUMMIT. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>PIKES PEAK OR BUST . . . IN A BRUSH </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>Passed the night comfortably, and when the road was taken next morning (May 29) at 6 o'clock, the sun was shining and Mr. Gates predicted no rain for the day. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Perfect pater. Marvellous mater. Knock the critic down who dares — <br /> Very well, believe it, copy; till your hair is white as theirs. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Perfect pater. Marvellous mater. Knock the critic down who dares — <br /> Very well, believe it, copy; till your hair is white as theirs. </p> </div>)
The Old Homestead + (<div class="poem"> <p>Pictures of those long passed away,<br /> Hung on the walls and watched our play,<br /> They shared with us in all our glee,<br /> Where the old homestead used to be. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Power-stations locked, deserted, since they drew the boiler fires; <br /> Pylons fallen or subsiding, trailing dead high-tension wires; </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Power-stations locked, deserted, since they drew the boiler fires; <br /> Pylons fallen or subsiding, trailing dead high-tension wires; </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Private Gilligan turned to his companion. ‘Well! What do you know about that? Ain’t that one hell of a way to treat soldiers? I tell you, General, this is the worst run war I ever seen.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Quietly, seriously, Claire said, "No, that wasn't accidental. If you touch me again, I'll stop the car and ask you to walk." </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Read Abraham Lincoln, American,<br /> Enshrined in the heart of every man.<br /> He was born honest in humble obscurity,<br /> He made for himself his opportunity. </p> </div>)
Days of Opportunity + (<div class="poem"> <p>Read Horace Greeley, in poverty born,<br /> His name does history's page adorn,<br /> Benjamin Franklin's life and deeds,<br /> Give inspiration for youthful needs. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Roaring up hills and winding through ravines,<br /> Gliding past meadows where the grass grows lush,<br /> How else can one grasp half so many scenes?<br /> So let us dawdle though we well might rush. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Run the whole night through in gumboots, stumble on and gasp for breath, <br /> Terrors drawing close and closer, winter landscape, fox’s death; </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Run the whole night through in gumboots, stumble on and gasp for breath, <br /> Terrors drawing close and closer, winter landscape, fox’s death; </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>SOLDIER </p> </div>)

Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>SUNNY CALIFORNIA-THE END IN THE WEST </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>SUNNY CALIFORNIA-THE END IN THE WEST </p> </div>)

The Motor Boys Across the Plains; Or, the Hermit of Lost Lake (Book 4) + (<div class="poem"> <p>[Illustration: THE INDIAN SEEMED TO KNOW HOW TO OPERATE IT.] </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys Across the Plains; Or, the Hermit of Lost Lake (Book 4) + (<div class="poem"> <p>[Illustration: THE NEXT INSTANT THE BOY HAD MADE A FLYING LEAP INTO THE CAR.] </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Sandy turned pale, and grasped the back of his <br /> chair, as if he would crush the wood with his hercu- <br /> lean hand, and the Frenchman set his teeth together <br /> with a vicious snap. </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Sandy turned pale, and grasped the back of his <br /> chair, as if he would crush the wood with his hercu- <br /> lean hand, and the Frenchman set his teeth together <br /> with a vicious snap. </p> </div>)
The Man Who Tramps: A Story of To-Day + (<div class="poem"> <p>Scene, a farm house a few miles from the town <br /> of Ayre, in Indiana. Time, the evening of July 18, <br /> 1876. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss again took him in his arms. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss gulped and passed the bottle. His companion drank also and sweat beaded them. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>Schluss in ready tears tried to put his arm about Yaphank’s shoulders. ‘There, there, death ain’t only a parting. Brace up; take a little drink, then you’ll feel better.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She also remembered how jolly and agreeably heroic the accounts of their mishaps had sounded—a week after they were over. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She and Gilligan stared at each other, then she looked at Cadet Lowe, young and belligerent and disappointed. She looked back to Gilligan. She said from the ruthless humanity of money: </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She burst out, flaring, "Kindly do not touch me!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She couldn't deny it. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drew his face against her knees again. ‘You sweet child,’ she said; ‘of course I won’t tell you—yet.’ </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drove on a mile and halted again; again halted her attendant. He was keeping a consistent two to four miles behind, she estimated. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She drove on, and prayed that he would of himself leave his uncharitable hosts at the next town. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She found her father dressed. He did not know whether or not he wanted to go on. "I seem to have lost my grip on things. I used to be rather decisive. But we'll try it one more day, if you like," he said. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She had to admit it. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She held the telegram, flipping her fingers against one end of it as she debated. She remembered how the wide world had flowed toward her over the hood of the Gomez all day. She wrote in answer: </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She huddled quickly in the blanket again, already knowing a faint disgust with herself. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She ignored him. Gilligan, expecting to see him wake, admitted defeat and she continued: </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She invaded her blanket and reaching her arm swept the room with darkness. She slipped beneath the covers, settling her cheek on her palm. Gilligan undisturbed snored, filling the room with a homely, comforting sound. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>She knew the exaltation of starting out in the fresh morning for places she had never seen, without the bond of having to return at night. </p> </div>)
Soldiers' Pay + (<div class="poem"> <p>She looked at him and he hurried on: </p> </div>)