Not every reader will like this book nor agree with me that Quiller is one of the best writers around, but at his best he can't be beaten.
This is wonderfully droll and ironic, featuring an impossibly bright and mature six-year-old and a bizarre group of religious paupers.
If you have some Latin, brush it up.
(stars mean nothing)
Possibly the worst short story collection I've ever read. As too often happens, the editoróJessup, finds it necessary to spout off at length about his vast knowledge and the idealized reasons for choosing these particular tales, wasting space which might have held two more stories.
It contains a one or two humorous stories, some droll efforts, a couple of decent anecdotes, one of the worst things Poe ever wrote, a weak example of Bret Harte, Twain's Jumping Frog, and at least one tale that no rational person would ever call humor.
If I gave stars (which I no longer do) it would rate minus 1.
A pretty decent story of Washington State, the IWW and the First World War. Melodramatic and a bit wordy with idealized hero and heroine but definitely worth a read.
[I've stopped giving stars]
I'm astonished at how comical this was, never dragging except during the first long tale by Caleb. I was reminded of Twain, and in a good way.
[I ignore stars]