The Faith of Men By Jack LondonI wash my hands of him at the start. I cannot father his tales, nor will I be responsible for them. I make these preliminary reservations, observe, as a guard upon my own integrity. I possess a certain definite position in a small way, also a wife and for the good name of the community that honours my existence with its approval, and for the sake of her posterity and mine, I cannot take the chances I once did, nor foster probabilities with the careless improvidence of youth. So, I repeat, I wash my hands of him, this Nimrod, this mighty hunter, this homely, blue-eyed, freckle-faced Thomas Stevens.

• THE FAITH OF MEN
• A RELIC OF THE PLIOCENE
• A HYPERBOREAN BREW
• THE FAITH OF MEN
• TOO MUCH GOLD
• THE ONE THOUSAND DOZEN
• THE MARRIAGE OF LIT-LIT
• BÂTARD
• THE STORY OF JEES UCK
• THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE