Probably that
was one of the reasons why they barred his works out of all the
schoolbooks.
With the passage of years I rather imagine that Lieutenant G-----,
of the United States Navy, who went to so much trouble and took
so many needless pains in order to become a corpse may have vanished
from the school readers. I admit I failed to find him in any of
the modern editions through which I glanced, but I am able to
report, as a result of my researches, that the well-known croupe
specialist, Young Lochinvar, is still there and so likewise is
Casabianca, the total loss; and as I said before, I ran across
Excelsior three times.
Just here the other day, when I was preparing the material for
this little book, I happened upon an advertisement in a New York
paper of an auction sale of a collection of so-called dime novels,
dating back to the old Beadle's Boy's Library in the early eighties
and coming on down through the years into the generation when Nick
and Old Cap were succeeding some of the earlier favorites. I
read off a few of the leading titles upon the list:
Bronze Jack, the California Thoroughbred; or, The Lost City of the
Basaltic Buttes. A strange story of a desperate adventure after
fortune in the weird, wild Apache land.
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