tailieunhanh - The Scarlet Plague

THE way led along upon what had once been the embankment of a railroad. But no train had run upon it for many years. The forest on either side swelled up the slopes of the embankment and crested across it in a green wave of trees and bushes. The trail was as narrow as a man's body, and was no more than a wild-animal runway. Occasionally, a piece of rusty iron, showing through the forest-mould, advertised that the rail and the ties still remained. In one place, a ten-inch tree, bursting through at a connection, had lifted the end of a rail clearly into view. The tie. | The Scarlet Plague London Jack Published 1912 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Short Stories Source http 1 About London Jack London January 12 1876 - November 22 1916 was an American author who wrote The Call of the Wild and other books. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction he was one of the first Americans to make a huge financial success from writing. Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for London The Call of the Wild 1903 The Sea Wolf 1904 The Little Lady of the Big House 1916 White Fang 1906 The Road 1907 The Son of the Wolf 1900 The Game 1905 Before Adam 1907 South Sea Tales 1911 The Iron Heel 1908 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 70 and in the USA. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 THE way led along upon what had once been the embankment of a railroad. But no train had run upon it for many years. The forest on either side swelled up the slopes of the embankment and crested across it in a green wave of trees and bushes. The trail was as narrow as a man s body and was no more than a wild-animal runway. Occasionally a piece of rusty iron showing through the forest-mould advertised that the rail and the ties still remained. In one place a ten-inch tree bursting through at a connection had lifted the end of a rail clearly into view. The tie had evidently followed the rail held to it by the spike long enough for its bed to be filled with gravel and rotten leaves so that now the crumbling rotten timber thrust itself up at a curious slant. Old as the road was it was manifest that it had been of the mono-rail type. An old man and a boy travelled along this runway. They moved slowly for the old man was very old a touch of palsy made his movements tremulous and he leaned heavily upon his staff. A rude skull-cap of goat-skin protected his head from the sun. .