Lonely travelers, crossing the mountains on foot, would step into the house to share a hot meal.
He takes pains to make their home so precarious: I would have been respected by all our neighbors. But we all want to be remembered after we die. They enjoyed each other's company, and often had visitors. Here is Harry Monroe with our story. For I know what to think when a young girl shivers by a warm hearth, and complains of lonesomeness at her mother's side.
I will have built my monument. She said her secret was a fear that she would not be buried in her best clothes. They had built their home high up in the White Mountains, where the wind blows violently all year long.
Where did he go. Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote this story. Some want only a stone on their grave. They were the finest clothes she had made since her wedding dress. But then they realized that someone really was knocking at their door. The old grandmother put a chair near the fireplace for him.
It seemed to stop at their house to knock at the door before it roared down into the valley.
Stones from the top of the mountain above their house would often roll down the mountainside and wake them in the middle of the night.
It was one of those primitive taverns where the traveller pays only for food and lodging, but meets with a homely kindness beyond all price. Then the same words burst from all their lips.
The young man stared into the fire. Some people thought that a stranger had been with the family on that terrible night. Oct 26, · A Cataract of Ruin.
By Dan Piepenbring October 26, Arts & Culture. But none will make you come away feeling as exercised and trivialized as you do at the end of “The Ambitious Guest.” Reading it reminds you that you’re as insignificant as the pine branches the family tosses into the fire.
Full online text of The Ambitious Guest by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Other short stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne also available along with many others by classic and contemporary authors. Oct 26, · But his story “The Ambitious Guest” is scarier than anything in Poe, and its dark romanticism makes no recourse to haunted houses, death masques, black cats, supernaturally sustained heartbeats, or any other genre trope.
It’s just about a weary. “The Ambitious Guest” begins in a moment of great tranquillity, with a family cozily gathered around their hearth. Father and mother, eldest daughter and aged grandmother, are briefly.
The Ambitious Guest One September night a family had gathered round their hearth, and piled it high with the driftwood of mountain streams, the dry cones of the pine, and the splintered ruins of great trees that had come crashing down the precipice.
“The Ambitious Guest” begins in a moment of great tranquillity, with a family cozily gathered around their hearth.The ambitious guest