“Every branch of railroading fascinates the average American boy. The shops, the telegraph and signal systems, the yard and track work, the daily life of danger which confronts every employee, whether he be the ordinary workman or the engineer of a limited express train, and the mysterious “office” which controls every branch of the work.
“Mr. Stevenson’s hero is a manly lad of sixteen who is given a chance as a section hand on a big Western railroad, and whose experiences are as real as they are thrilling.
“Once upon a time I can’t say exactly when it was there stood a neat, tidy little hut on the borders of a wild forest. A poor old woman dwelt in this hut. She lived on the whole pretty comfortably; for, though she was poor, she was able to keep a few goats, that supplied her with milk, and a flock of chickens, that gave her fresh eggs every morning: and then she had a small garden, which she cultivated with her own hands, and that supplied her with cabbages and other vegetables, besides gooseberries and apples for dumplings.
“One evening when a company of children and older people were looking at funny cat-pictures and telling cat-stories, a little ten year-old girl asked: ‘Why can there not be a Cats’ Arabian Nights Story Book?‘”
On This Page Chapters Download the eBook Publication Information “There would have to be a Cat King, or Emperor, or Sultan,” said her next older sister.
“And a Cat Queen, or Empress, or Sultaness,” said their cousin Joe, the sailor.
“By this time Tommy was six months old, and as full of pranks as a six-months-old kitten well could be. His education had begun the very moment he entered the Hartford postoffice, so it is not surprising that by the time he had spent half a year there he was really remarkable.
Chapters The Adventures Of Tommy Postoffice – The True Story Of A Cat 1. Tommy’s First Appearance 2.
“I do not feel wholly sure that my Kitty wrote these letters herself. They always came inside the letters written to me by my mama, or other friends, and I never caught Kitty writing at any time when I was at home; but the printing was pretty bad, and they were signed by Kitty’s name; and my mama always looked very mysterious when I asked about them, as if there were some very great secret about it all; so that until I grew to be a big girl, I never doubted but that Kitty printed them all alone by herself, after dark.