_Makers of English Fiction_, W.J. Dawson. _Leading American Novelists_, J. Erskine. _Studies and Appreciations_, L.E. Gates. "An Estimate," _Scribner's Magazine_, 43: 69-84. "Unknown Quantity in Hawthorne's Personality," _Current Literature_, 42: 517-518. COLLATERAL READINGS _Biographical Stories for Children_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _Mosses from an Old Manse_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _The Wonder Boot_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _The Blithedale Romance_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _Tanglewood Tales_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _Lady Eleanore's Mantle_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _The Great Stone Face_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _The Prophetic Pictures_, Nathaniel Hawthorne. _The Necklace_, Guy de Maupassant. _A Solitary_, Mary Wilkins Freeman. _The Lady or the Tiger_, Frank R. Stockton. _The Strange Ride_, Rudyard Kipling. _Rikki-Tikki-Tavi_, Rudyard Kipling. _They_, Rudyard Kipling. _The Twelfth Guest_, Mary Wilkins Freeman. _The Shadows on the Wall_, Mary Wilkins Freeman. ETHAN BRAND[1] A Chapter From An Abortive Romance _By Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)_ Bartram the lime-burner, a rough, heavy-looking man, begrimed with charcoal, sat watching his kiln, at nightfall, while his little son played at building houses with the scattered fragments of marble, when, on the hillside below them, they heard a roar of laughter, not mirthful, but slow, and even solemn, like a wind shaking the boughs of the forest. "Father, what is that?" asked the little boy, leaving his play, and pressing betwixt his father's knees. "O, some drunken man, I suppose," answered the lime-burner; "some merry fellow from the bar-room in the village, who dared not laugh loud enough within doors lest he should blow the roof of the house off. So here he is, shaking his jolly sides at the foot of Graylock." "But, father," said the child, more sensitive than the obtuse, middle-aged clown, "he does not laugh like a man that is glad. So the noise frightens me!" "Don't be a fool, child!" cried his father, gruffly. "You will never make a man, I do believe; there is too much of your mother in you. I have known the rustling of a leaf startle you. Hark! Here comes the merry fellow now. You shall see that there is no harm in him."