{"product_id":"2940012512741","title":"A LOST HERO","description":"Scanned, proofed and corrected from the original edition for your reading pleasure.  It is also searchable and contains hyper-links to chapters. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Lost Hero\u003cbr\u003eThe Express from Columbia\u003cbr\u003eThe Enterprise Of The Summerville Merchant\u003cbr\u003eIn The Group At The Station Stood A White Boy\u003cbr\u003eThe Boy Tested The Halter, And Patted The Horse\u003cbr\u003eStray Goats And Mules Gazed Expectantly\u003cbr\u003eAn Old Negro Came Up\u003cbr\u003eHe Plodded Slowly Up The Track\u003cbr\u003eSnapped His Halter, And Broke Away\u003cbr\u003eHe Got Down On His Hands And Knees And Crawled\u003cbr\u003e Birds Seemed To Sing Through The Air\u003cbr\u003eHad The End Of The World Come?\u003cbr\u003eThey Ran\u003cbr\u003eThe Pauper Dog\u003cbr\u003eThey Were Only Cows\u003cbr\u003eRun For 'T! Run!\u003cbr\u003eAs They Came Abreast Of The Second Little Station\u003cbr\u003eI Sole For Two Thousand Dollars Onct\u003cbr\u003eThe Ragged Old Arm That Felled It Down\u003cbr\u003eThe Little One Climbed Like A Monkey Upon A Shelf\u003cbr\u003eThe Old Man Seized The Torpedoes\u003cbr\u003eThis Comforted The Lad Incredibly\u003cbr\u003e\"I Stump Ye!\"\u003cbr\u003eThe Strong, Black Fist Was Clinched\u003cbr\u003eHe Laid One Torpedo On Each Rail\u003cbr\u003ePapä! Papä!\u003cbr\u003eA Little Huddling Figure\u003cbr\u003eThe Locality Where The Train Stood Was Examined Thoroughly\u003cbr\u003eHad The Curiosity To Pick Up The Rags\u003cbr\u003eFinis\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eNOTE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE materials of heroism are everywhere; each day and all situations are full of them. The power to recognize them and the will to use them make the hero. He who saves life, no matter how obscure, how poor, how ignorant he may be, has a value which can never belong to the spiller of blood; and the crimson glories of war fade before the white honors of peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis little story, which was originally contributed to the \"Youth's Companion,\" has sought to teach the young people of America something of the grandeur which waits upon a brave deed, and something of the beauty of supreme self-sacrifice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eE. S. P. W.\u003cbr\u003eH. D. W.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the beginning of the story:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINTRODUCTORY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE express from Columbia was due. It was almost nine o'clock on Tuesday night, the 31st of August, 1886. It had been a hot day, sultry toward night, and the loungers at the Summerville station were divided between pitying and envying their neighbors on the excursion train. In such weather, home seems either the most intolerable or the most comfortable place in the world. It had not rained for six weeks, and South Carolina panted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a larger crowd than usual at the little station to see the Columbia excursionists come in. The enterprise of the Summerville merchant who placarded the pine-trees of this forest village with legends to the effect that his ice-cream would be found \"Opp. the depot,\" was well rewarded that scorching night. The streets thronged—if Summerville streets can ever be said to throng—with warm and thirsty loungers of both sexes and of every color. South Carolinians though they were, they objected to the heat of that day.","brand":"Leila's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145349841136,"sku":"2940012512741","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012512741_p0.jpg?v=1763569703","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012512741","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}