Two men sat in conversation. One was the Governor of the State. The year
was 1861; the war was on and the Governor already famous for the
intelligence and zeal with which he directed all the powers and resources
of his State to the service of the Union.
Having murdered his brother-in-law, Orrin Brower of Kentucky was a
fugitive from justice. From the county jail where he had been
confined to await his trial he had escaped by knocking down his
jailer with an iron bar, robbing him of his keys and, opening the
outer door, walking out into ...
If you had seen little Jo standing at the street corner in the rain, you
would hardly have admired him. It was apparently an ordinary autumn
rainstorm, but the water which fell upon Jo (who was hardly old enough
to be either just or unjust, and so perhaps did not come under the law
of imp ...
Connecting Readyville and Woodbury was a good, hard turnpike nine or ten
miles long. Readyville was an outpost of the Federal army at Murfreesboro;
Woodbury had the same relation to the Confederate army at Tullahoma. For
months after the big battle at Stone River these outposts were in constant ...
Many years ago, on my way from Hong Kong to New York, I passed a week in
San Francisco. A long time had gone by since I had been in that city,
during which my ventures in the Orient had prospered beyond my hope; I
was rich and could afford to revisit my own country to renew my
friendship ...
Away up in the heart of the Allegheny mountains, in Pocahontas county, West
Virginia, is a beautiful little valley through which flows the east fork of
the Greenbrier river. At a point where the valley road intersects the old
Staunton and Parkersburg turnpike, a famous thoroughfare in its day, ...
In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of
Cincinnati, lay an immense and almost unbroken forest. The whole region
was sparsely settled by people of the frontier - restless souls who no
sooner had hewn fairly habitable homes out of the wilderness and
attained to tha ...
The family of Christian Ashmore consisted of his wife, his mother,
two grown daughters, and a son of sixteen years. They lived in
Troy, New York, were well-to-do, respectable persons, and had many
friends, some of whom, reading these lines, will doubtless learn for
the first time the ext ...
One sunny autumn afternoon a child strayed away from its rude home in a
small field and entered a forest unobserved. It was happy in a new sense of
freedom from control, happy in the opportunity of exploration and
adventure; for this child's spirit, in bodies of its ancestors, had for
thousands ...
The fighting had been hard and continuous; that was atested by all the
senses. The very taste of battle was in the air. All was now over; it
remained only to succor the wounded and bury the dead--to "tidy up a bit,"
as the humorist of a burial squad put it. A good deal of "tidying up" was
requi ...
There is a class of events which by their very nature, and despite any
intrinsic interest that they may possess, are foredoomed to oblivion. They
are merged in the general story of those greater events of which they were
a part, as the thunder of a billow breaking on a distant beach is unnoted
...
By the light of a tallow candle, which had been placed on one end of a
rough table, a man was reading something written in a book. It was an old
account book, greatly worn; and the writing was not, apparently, very
legible, for the man sometimes held the page close to the flame of the
candle to ...
For by death is wrought greater change than hath been shown. Whereas in
general the spirit that removed cometh back upon occasion, and is
sometimes seen of those in flesh (appearing in the form of the body it
bore) yet it hath happened that the veritable body without the spirit
hath walke ...
'I am not so superstitious as some of your physicians - men of science,
as you are pleased to be called,' said Hawver, replying to an accusation
that had not been made. 'Some of you - only a few, I confess - believe
in the immortality of the soul, and in apparitions which you have not
the ...
One morning in July, 1854, a planter named Williamson, living six
miles from Selma, Alabama, was sitting with his wife and a child on
the veranda of his dwelling. Immediately in front of the house was
a lawn, perhaps fifty yards in extent between the house and public
road, or, as it was ...
During a part of the month of October, 1864, the Federal and Confederate
armies of Sherman and Hood respectively, having performed a surprising and
resultless series of marches and countermarches since the fall of Atlanta,
confronted each other along the separating line of the Coosa River in th ...
Henry Saylor, who was killed in Covington, in a quarrel with Antonio
Finch, was a reporter on the Cincinnati Commercial. In the year
1859 a vacant dwelling in Vine street, in Cincinnati, became the
center of a local excitement because of the strange sights and
sounds said to be observed ...
George Thurston was a first lieutenant and aide-de-camp on the staff of
Colonel Brough, commanding a Federal brigade. Colonel Brough was only
temporarily in command, as senior colonel, the brigadier-general having
been severely wounded and granted a leave of absence to recover. Lieutenant
Thurst ...
In the heart of Haita the illusions of youth had not been supplanted by
those of age and experience. His thoughts were pure and pleasant, for
his life was simple and his soul devoid of ambition. He rose with the
sun and went forth to pray at the shrine of Hastur, the god of
shepherds, who ...
One sunny afternoon in the autumn of the year 1861, a soldier lay in a
clump of laurel by the side of a road in Western Virginia. He lay at full
length, upon his stomach, his feet resting upon the toes, his head upon the
left forearm. His extended right hand loosely grasped his rifle. But for
t ...
By those of my friends who happen to know that I sometimes amuse
myself with hypnotism, mind reading and kindred phenomena, I am
frequently asked if I have a clear conception of the nature of
whatever principle underlies them. To this question I always reply
that I neither have nor desir ...
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,
while I was living with my parents in Wisconsin. My father and I were
in the library of our home, dividing the proceeds of a burglary which
we had com ...
For there be divers sorts of death -- some wherein the body remaineth;
and in some it vanisheth quite away with the spirit. This commonly
occurreth only in solitude (such is God's will) and, none seeing the
end, we say the man is lost, or gone on a long journey -- which indeed
he hath; bu ...
For many years there lived near the town of Gallipolis, Ohio, an old
man named Herman Deluse. Very little was known of his history, for
he would neither speak of it himself nor suffer others. It was a
common belief among his neighbors that he had been a pirate--if upon
any better eviden ...
This narrative begins with the death of its hero. Silas Deemer died on
the I6th day of July, 1863; and two days later his remains were buried.
As he had been personally known to every man, woman and well-grown child
in the village, the funeral, as the local newspaper phrased it, 'was
larg ...
The best soldier of our staff was Lieutenant Herman Brayle, one of the two
aides-de-camp. I don't remember where the general picked him up; from some
Ohio regiment, I think; none of us had previously known him, and it would
have been strange if we had, for no two of us came from the same State, ...
The history of that awful struggle is well known--I have not the intention
to record it here, but only to relate some part of what I saw of it; my
purpose not instruction, but entertainment.
Here is the queer story of David William Duck, related by himself.
Duck is an old man living in Aurora, Illinois, where he is
universally respected. He is commonly known, however, as "Dead
Duck."
It is well known that the old Manton house is haunted. In all the rural
district near about, and even in the town of Marshall, a mile away, not
one person of unbiased mind entertains a doubt of it; incredulity is
confined to those opinionated persons who will be called 'cranks' as
soon as ...
The time, a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early autumn of 1861. The
place, a forest's heart in the mountain region of southwestern Virginia.
Private Grayrock of the Federal Army is discovered seated comfortably at
the root of a great pine tree, against which he leans, his legs extended
strai ...
Having murdered my mother under circumstances of singular atrocity, I
was arrested and put upon my trial, which lasted seven years. In
charging the jury, the judge of the Court of Acquittal remarked that
it was one of the most ghastly crimes that he had ever been called
upon to explain a ...
Having murdered my mother under circumstances of singular atrocity, I was
arrested and put upon trial, which lasted seven years. In summing up, the
judge of the Court of Acquittal remarked that it was one of the most
ghastly crimes that he had ever been called upon to explain away.
A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama,
looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The
man's hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a
cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to
a stout cross-timber above his head and the slack feel to the ...
My name is Boffer Bings. I was born of honest parents in one of the
humbler walks of life, my father being a manufacturer of dog-oil and
my mother having a small studio in the shadow of the village church,
where she disposed of unwelcome babes. In my boyhood I was trained to
habits of i ...
Philip Eckert lived for many years in an old, weather-stained wooden
house about three miles from the little town of Marion, in Vermont.
There must be quite a number of persons living who remember him, not
unkindly, I trust, and know something of the story that I am about
to tell.
They say that the lumberman has looked upon the Cheat Mountain country and
seen that it is good, and I hear that some wealthy gentlemen have been
there and made a game preserve. There must be lumber and, I suppose, sport,
but some things one could wish were ordered otherwise. Looking back upon ...
"Captain Ransome, it is not permitted to you to know anything. It is
sufficient that you obey my order--which permit me to repeat. If you
perceive any movement of troops in your front you are to open fire, and if
attacked hold this position as long as you can. Do I make myself
understood, sir?"< ...
Jerome Searing, a private soldier of General Sherman's army, then
confronting the enemy at and about Kennesaw Mountain, Georgia, turned his
back upon a small group of officers with whom he had been talking in low
tones, stepped across a light line of earthworks, and disappeared in a
forest. Non ...
Captain Graffenreid stood at the head of his company. The regiment was not
engaged. It formed a part of the front line-of-battle, which stretched away
to the right with a visible length of nearly two miles through the open
ground. The left flank was veiled by woods; to the right also the line w ...
The fact that Henry Armstrong was buried did not seem to him to prove
that he was dead: he had always been a hard man to convince. That he
really was buried, the testimony of his senses compelled him to admit.
His posture -- flat upon his back, with his hands crossed upon his
stomach and ...
"In order to take that train," said Colonel Levering, sitting in the
Waldorf-Astoria hotel, "you will have to remain nearly all night in
Atlanta. That is a fine city, but I advise you not to put up at the
Breathitt House, one of the principal hotels. It is an old wooden
building in urge ...
An old man named Daniel Baker, living near Lebanon, Iowa, was
suspected by his neighbors of having murdered a peddler who had
obtained permission to pass the night at his house. This was in
1853, when peddling was more common in the Western country than it
is now, and was attended with c ...
In the summer of 1874 I was in Liverpool, whither I had gone on business
for the mercantile house of Bronson & Jarrett, New York. I am William
Jarrett; my partner was Zenas Bronson. The firm failed last year, and
unable to endure the fall from affluence to poverty he died.
One summer night a man stood on a low hill overlooking a wide expanse of
forest and field. By the full moon hanging low in the west he knew what he
might not have known otherwise: that it was near the hour of dawn. A light
mist lay along the earth, partly veiling the lower features of the
landsc ...
Northwestwardly from Indian Hill, about nine miles as the crow flies, is
Macarger's Gulch. It is not much of a gulch -- a mere depression between
two wooded ridges of inconsiderable height. From its mouth up to its
head -- for gulches, like rivers, have an anatomy of their own -- the
dist ...
A breezy day and a sunny landscape. An open country to right and left and
forward; behind, a wood. In the edge of this wood, facing the open but not
venturing into it, long lines of troops, halted. The wood is alive with
them, and full of confused noises--the occasional rattle of wheels as a
bat ...
On the road leading north from Manchester, in eastern Kentucky, to
Booneville, twenty miles away, stood, in 1862, a wooden plantation
house of a somewhat better quality than most of the dwellings in
that region. The house was destroyed by fire in the year following-
-probably by some str ...
Captain Parrol Hartroy stood at the advanced post of his picket-guard,
talking in low tones with the sentinel. This post was on a turnpike which
bisected the captain's camp, a half-mile in rear, though the camp was not
in sight from that point. The officer was apparently giving the soldier
certa ...
To the south of where the road between Leesville and Hardy, in the
State of Missouri, crosses the east fork of May Creek stands an
abandoned house. Nobody has lived in it since the summer of 1879,
and it is fast going to pieces. For some three years before the
date mentioned above, it w ...
In the year 1861 Barr Lassiter, a young man of twenty-two, lived with his
parents and an elder sister near Carthage, Tennessee. The family were in
somewhat humble circumstances, subsisting by cultivation of a small and not
very fertile plantation. Owning no slaves, they were not rated among "th ...
One night in the autumn of 1861 a man sat alone in the heart of a forest
in western Virginia. The region was one of the wildest on the continent
-- the Cheat Mountain country. There was no lack of people close at
hand, however; within a mile of where the man sat was the now silent
camp of ...
In the spring of the year 1862 General Buell's big army lay in camp,
licking itself into shape for the campaign which resulted in the victory at
Shiloh. It was a raw, untrained army, although some of its fractions had
seen hard enough service, with a good deal of fighting, in the mountains of
W ...
James Burne Worson was a shoemaker who lived in Leamington,
Warwickshire, England. He had a little shop in one of the by-ways
leading off the road to Warwick. In his humble sphere he was
esteemed an honest man, although like many of his class in English
towns he was somewhat addicted to ...
About three miles from the little town of Norton, in Missouri, on
the road leading to Maysville, stands an old house that was last
occupied by a family named Harding. Since 1886 no one has lived in
it, nor is anyone likely to live in it again. Time and the disfavor
of persons dwelling t ...
In an upper room of an unoccupied dwelling in that part of San Francisco
known as North Beach lay the body of a man under a sheet. The hour was near
nine in the evening; the room was dimly lighted by a single candle.
Although the weather was warm, the two windows, contrary to the custom
which gi ...
For several days, in snow and rain, General Schofield's little army had
crouched in its hastily constructed defenses at Columbia, Tennessee. It had
retreated in hot haste from Pulaski, thirty miles to the south, arriving
just in time to foil Hood, who, marching from Florence, Alabama, by anothe ...
In the summer of 1896 Mr. William Holt, a wealthy manufacturer of
Chicago, was living temporarily in a little town of central New
York, the name of which the writer's memory has not retained. Mr.
Holt had had "trouble with his wife," from whom he had parted a year
before. Whether the tr ...
About the Author
"Bitter Bierce" - American newspaper columnist, satirist, essayist, short-story writer,
and novelist, who disappeared in the Mexicon Revolution. His end is still a mystery, but he
is presumed to have died in the siege of Ojinega on 11 January 1914. Bierce is best-known
for his numerous short stories collected in Tales of Soldiers and Civilians (1891), which
show the influence of Edgar Allan Poe.
Bierce was born in Meigs County, Ohio, as the tenth of thirteen children. While a teenager,
Bierce lived on a farm in northern Indiana. After studying a year in a high school Birce became
a printer's apprentice on The Northern Indianan, an antislavery paper. In 1861 he enlisted
in the army and served as an officer until 1865 in the Union Army during the American Civil
War - an experience that marked him for life. Bierce was a topographical officer on General
William B. Hazen's staff and fought in several battles including the one that later provided
the setting for 'Chickamauga' (1889), one of his best stories. It told about a little boy who
sees the pitifully mangled survivors of one of the bloodiest battles of the Civil War. After the
war he settled in San Francisco. He found employment at the U.S. Sub-Treasury and began his
journalistic career. Bierce contributed to a number of periodicals, among others the Overland
Monthly and the Californian. In 1868 he became the editor of the News Letter.
His first story, 'The Haunted Valley', appeared in 1871 in the Overland Monthly.
After his marriage to a wealthy miner's daughter, Bierce went to England, where he lived from
1872 to 1875 and wrote for the London magazines Figaro and Fun. During this time he
published three volumes of sketches and epigrams, The Fiend's Delight (1872), Nuggets and Dust Panned
Out in California (1872), and Cobwebs from an Empty Skull (1874). Tales of Soldiers and Civilians
included Bierce's most celebrated tale, 'An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge'. It featured a man who
thinks he has escaped from an execution by hanging and returned to his wife at his plantation, but
this is merely a drawn-out hallucination occuring in the split second prior to his death.
In 1877 Bierce worked as an associate editor of the San Francisco Argonaut. In the late
1870s he tried his luck in the mining business in the Dakota Teritory without success, and returned
to San Francisco to work for the Wasp. Bierce joined later the San Francisco Examiner,
which started his long career as a columnist and contributor to the Hearst publications. Between the
years 1887 and 1906 Bierce wrote his famous column "The Prattler", which was a mixture of literary
gossip, epigrams, and stories. His sardonic and cruel epigrams and aphorisms Bierce gathered in The
Cynic's Word Book (1906). When he edited his twelve-volume Collected Works (1909-1912), however, he
changed the title of this work to The Devil's Dictionary (1911). Although Bierce was called "wicked"
and "devilish", behind the misanthropic facade was a disappointed idealist, who saw a saint as "a
dead sinner revised and edited", and a marriage "a community consisting of a master, a mistress, and
two slaves, making in all, two." Bierce's satires have much in common with the views of Swift and
Voltaire, whom he had read. Bierce also confessed his debt to Stoicism, the especially praised
Epictetus.
In 1896 Bierce moved to Washington, D.C., and contributed to the New York Journal,
the San Francisco Examiner, and Cosmopolitan magazine. He divorced in 1904 and
broke completely with his family. Gradually he lost touch with his friends. From 1900 to 1913
Bierce lived and worked mainly in Washington.
Late in 1913, at the age of seventy-one, Bierce retired from writing and went to Mexico, to
seek "the good, kind darkness." He vanished mysteriously during the Civil War. A fictional account
of his last days is given in the novel The Old Gringo (1985) by Carlos Fuentes. The book was
adapted into screen in 1989 and directed by Luis Punzo, starring Jane Fonda and Gregory Peck. - According
to one explanation by Roy Morris (and others) Bierce did not go to Mexico at all but, instead, committed
suicide in the Grand Canyon.
In South America Ambrose Bierce has influenced Carlos Fuentes, Jorge Luis Borges, and Julio Cortázar.
Japanese author Akutagawa Ryunosuke has also expressed indebtedness to Bierce.
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