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Abel Halleck was 59 years old when his wife Estelle died. Her death was sudden and unexpected, the kind of death you cannot forget. Abel Halleck buried his wife, then, he stopped doing anything. His work, the world, life and all its possibilities wer
Now the VOA Special English program American Stories. Our story today is called Mr. Black. It was written by American reporter Charles Kuralt. It is from his book A life on the road. For many years, Charles Kuralt travelled across the United States t
Olive Bowen made some hot coffee to take to her husband Nate who was over in the barn. He was helping their cow Maudie to give birth. Olive herself was expecting a baby very soon. She felt heavy and moved around slowly. The coffee boiled on the stove
As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree I knew we would fight. I also knew he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree and it had
Elizabeth. Betty Talen turned to her best friend Debby, I hate it when my mother calls me Elizabeth, it always means I have to do some work. Betty made her music louder and the two girls laughed. Betty and Debby are 12 years old and live in Fairbanks
Ben was awakened by a gunshot. The sharp noise came through the thick stonewalls of the house. It was cold in the bedroom. Ben Newman was shaking as he got out of bed. He put on his eyeglasses and went over to the window. The field was covered with w
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it were smallest pieces of money - pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by negotiating with the man at the market who sold vegetables and meat. Negotiating until one's face b
Father, what are the men digging over in the field for? The old man shut his mouth and continued getting his horse ready to ride. They were in the barn, standing before the wide open doors. The spring air was full of the smell of growing grass. Adoni
Before I was born, I went on the road. The road was highway 17. It went from the city of Jacksonville to the city of Whelmington in North Carolina, that is where the hospital was. My father back the car out of his place in the barn. He helped my moth
Mr. Dow's store was widely known throughout the neighborhood. It sold many different things. Both old and young came here to shop for special items. They could find kitchens, large and small wallets to hold coins and paper money, packs of playing car
As a boy Knute Axelbrod always wanted to be a student. But he never had time to learn. He married young and had to work to get money to educate his children. But a lifetime of hard farm work did not destroy his love for books and beauty. His wife die
Captain Benito Cereno hurried aboard his ship. It was ready to sail. A bright sun in a soft breeze promised good weather ahead. The ships anchor was raised and the San Dominick, old but still seaworthy, moved slowly out of the harbor of Valparaiso o
(MUSIC) Our story today is called To Build a Fire. It was written by Jack London. Here is Harry Monroe with the story. (MUSIC) Storyteller: The man walked down the trail on a cold, gray day. Pure white snow and ice covered the Earth for as far as he
When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and de
I'm an old lawyer and I have three men working for me. My business continued to grow and so I decided to get one more man to help write legal papers. I have met a great many people in my days. But the man who answered my advertisement was the strange
Now, the VOA Special English program American Stories. Our story is called The Animals Give Themselves from the book Cloudwalker by Joel Monture, published by Fulcrum Publishing. Mr. Monture is a Native American from the Mohawk nation. He has written
One day, our neighbor Keno Carter rode his horse over to our house. He had another horse with him. He rode to me and said: You have helped me a lot during the year. You've been a good boy. Now, here is the horse I promised. It is yours. At first, I j
Mrs. Henry Miller had lived alone for several years. Her husband was dead. But he had left her a comfortable amount of money. He also had left her a nice apartment in New York City near the East River. There were three other apartments in the large b
And now, the VOA Special English program American Stories. Our story today is called Singing Woman. It was written by Ada Jack Carver in 1927. She won an O. Henry Award for the story. Singing Woman is about an old professional mourner in the southern
John Lyman stood on the steps of the summer house, watching his wife climbing into the car and drive off along the lake road. She was going to the village to get some boxes for his manuscripts and books. He looked unhappy, he had done little work on