A man stepped out of the darkness into the little illuminated circle about our failing campfire and seated himself upon a rock. “You are no...

It was rough on Gilson. Such was the terse, cold, but not altogether unsympathetic judgment of the better public opinion at Mammon Hill—the ...

Having murdered his brother-in-law, Orrin Brower of Kentucky was a fugitive from justice. From the county jail where he had been confin...

Early one June morning in 1872 I murdered my father—an act which made a deep impression on me at the time. This was before my marriage, ...

My name is John Brenwalter. My father, a drunkard, had a patent for an invention, for making coffee-berries out of clay; but he was an ...

I ONE DOES NOT ALWAYS MARRY WHEN INSANE A man and a woman—nature had done the grouping—sat on a rustic seat, in the late afterno...

North Westwardly from Indian Hill, about nine miles as the crow flies, is Macarger’s Gulch. It is not much of a gulch - a mere depress...

About three miles from the little town of Norton, in Missouri, on the road leading to Maysville, stands an old house that was last occu...

An old man named Daniel Baker, living near Lebanon, Iowa, was suspected by his neighbors of having murdered a peddler who had obtained ...

'The exact time? Good God! my friend, why do you insist? One would think -- but what does it matter; it is easily bedtime -- isn...

In the heart of Haïta the illusions of youth had not been supplanted by those of age and experience. His thoughts were pure and pleasan...

For many years there lived near the town of Gallipolis , Ohio , an old man named Herman Deluse. Very little was known of his history, ...

I - HOW TREES ARE FELLED IN CHINA A half-mile north from Jo. Dunfer’s, on the road from Hutton’s to Mexican Hill, the highway dips in...

The fighting had been hard and continuous; that was attested by all the senses. The very taste of battle was in the air. All was now ov...

In the summer of 1896 Mr. William Holt, a wealthy manufacturer of Chicago, was living temporarily in a little town of central New York...

Ambrose Bierce by David Levine If you had seen little Jo standing at the street corner in the rain, you would hardly have admired him...

A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were b...

This narrative begins with the death of its hero. Silas Deemer died on the 16th day of July, 1863, and two days later his remains wer...

It is of veritabyll report, and attested of so many that there be nowe of wyse and learned none to gaynsaye it, that y'e serpente ...

This is a story told by the late Benson Foley of San Francisco: “In the summer of 1881 I met a man named James H. Conway, a res...