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Four Great American Classics


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Chapter One

The Prison-Door

A THRONG OF bearded men, in sad-colored garments, and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison. In accordance with this rule, it may safely be assumed that the forefathers of Boston had built the first prison-house somewhere in the vicinity of Cornhill, almost as seasonably as they marked out the first burial-ground, on Isaac Johnson's lot,1 and round about his grave, which subsequently became the nucleus of all the congregated sepulchres in the old churchyard of King's Chapel. Certain it is, that, some fifteen or twenty years after the settlement of the town, the wooden jail was already marked with weather-stains and other indications of age, which gave a yet darker aspect to its beetle-browned and gloomy front. The rust on the ponderous iron-work of its oaken door looked more antique than anything else in the New World. Like all that pertains to crime, it seemed never to have known a youthful era. Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with burdock, pigweed, apple-peru,2 and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilized society, a prison. But, on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was a wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could pity and be kind to him.

This rose-bush, by a strange chance, has been kept alive in history; but whether it had merely survived out of the stern old wilderness, so long after the fall of the gigantic pines and oaks that originally over-shadowed it, -or whether, as there is fair authority for believing, it had sprung up under the footsteps of the sainted Anne Hutchinson,3 as she entered the prison-door, -we shall not take upon us to determine. Finding it so directly on the threshold of our narrative, which is now about to issue from that inauspicious portal, we could hardly do otherwise than pluck one of its flowers, and present it to the reader. It may serve, let us hope, to symbolize some sweet moral blossom, that may be found along the track, or relieve the darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow.

Chapter Two

The Market-Place

THE GRASS-PLOT before the jail, in Prison Lane, on a certain summer morning, not less than two centuries ago, was occupied by a pretty large number of the inhabitants of Boston, all with their eyes intently fastened on the iron-clamped oaken door. Amongst any other population, or at a later period in the history of New England, the grim rigidity that petrified the bearded physiognomies of these good people would have augured some awful business in hand. It could have betokened nothing short of the anticipated e


Presents four classic American stories, "The Scarlett Letter," "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn," "The Red Badge of Courage," and "Billy Budd, sailor."


Hester Prynne, a young woman in seventeenth century Massachusets, is condemned by Puritan law to wear a scarlet "A" as the symbol of the sin she committed.

Table of Contents

The scarlet letter / Nathanial Hawthorne — The adventures of Huckleberry Finn / Mark Twain — The red badge of courage / Stephen Crane — Billy Budd, sailor / Herman Melville.

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Bantam Books
Fiction : Classics
Crane, Stephen
Melville, Herman
Herman Melville, Mark Twain, and Stephen Crane
Hawthorne Nathaniel
Twain, Mark
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
Collections and anthologies
American - General
Anthologies (multiple authors)
American fiction
Literature-A to Z
Anthologies-American Literature
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"Synopsis" by , Presents four classic American stories, "The Scarlett Letter," "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn," "The Red Badge of Courage," and "Billy Budd, sailor."
"Synopsis" by , Hester Prynne, a young woman in seventeenth century Massachusets, is condemned by Puritan law to wear a scarlet "A" as the symbol of the sin she committed.
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