Selected short stories
| dc.contributor | Library, of America |
| dc.contributor.author | London, Jack |
| dc.coverage.placeName | New York |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:55:48Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:55:48Z |
| dc.date.created | 1898-1911 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1614 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1614 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1614 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | Selected short stories |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 492028 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<Author>London, Jack</Author>
<Title>Selected Short Stories</Title>
<Edition>[Selections. 1982]. Library of America. New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1982</Edition>
<note>Chronology needs more authoritative information.</note>
<Date>1898-1911</Date>
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<p> <i>All Gold Canyon</i> (1)
<p>It was the green heart of the canyon, where the walls swerved
back from the rigid plan and relieved their harshness of line by making
a little sheltered nook and filling it to the brim with sweetness and
roundness and softness. Here all things rested. Even the narrow stream
ceased its turbulent down-rush long enough to form a quiet pool. Knee-deep in the water, with drooping head and half-shut eyes, drowsed a red-coated, many-antlered buck.
<p>On one side, beginning at the very lip of the pool, was a tiny
meadow, a cool, resilient surface of green that extended to the b . . .
