Walker and Company

Two and Two The muggy, hot summer weather had settled on Washington. Carefully, Jim Evans crept under the loose board in the fence. Beyond was a tangle of weeds high enough to hide him if he kept on his knees as he worked his way to where the wrecker had torn down an old house and left only a...

North Toward the Winter WindTwenty minutes north of the mouth of the River of Strangers, and past the bleak settlement the whiteman calls Churchill, the plane passed over the last few stunted trees, and we entered the Barren Grounds. Below us swept a filigree of wind-scudded lakes and naked land,...

WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I SOMETIMES THOUGHT OF the possibility of becoming an old man. I wasn't overwhelmed at the prospect. The longer I thought about it the more I decided that being an old man wasn't for me. For others, maybe. For people who liked being gray, or bald (or both) it had its advantages....

The Burgos ContractThey made me tread carefully, guiding my feet on a flight of stone steps. A cellar, then. Ob-viously, and it turned out to be a pretty big one, and of the very best kind. Filled with great casks and with endless racks holding thousands of bottles of wine. A naked bulb up close to...

* Instrument of Thy Peace This is a book to be read and reread. Alan Paton has revised this classic book of twenty-one meditations on the prayer of St. Frances of Assis: "Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace." Each meditation ends with a personal prayer. Written at a time when his wife of...