George Haven Putnam (1844-1930) was the son of publisher George Palmer Putnam. He abandoned his studies in Germany to serve with the Union Army in the Civil War. His books include Memories of My Youth (1914), Memories of a Publisher (1915), Some Memories of the Civil War (1924), and the children’s books The Artificial Mother (1894) and The Little Gingerbread Man (1910).
Authors and Their Public in Ancient Times (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)by George Haven Putnam
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In this 1894 work a great American publisher casts his eye on how writers, from the dawn of history to the fall of the Roman Empire, got by. He discusses the way in which those who produce books interacted with their public, and the evolution of the idea of literary property and compensation in Greece, Alexandria, and elsewhere.
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As the the sun rose just above the horizon the clan was waking up. And in one den lay a Queen her belly now with small furry bodies. She looks at them and then back at the medicine cat that had helped her "thank you Dayleaf." Dayleaf shruggs happily looking at the kits "dont thant me Midnightflower! Its okay its what i do. Nightstar is going to be very happy to have kits." Midnightflower nods and looked at her kits then to Dayleaf "would you mind getting him?" She asked. One of the kits feircly meowled fighting his siblings for the milk. Dayleaf laughs "thats one is very fiesty you know. And okay." She padded out with her supplies to her den then to Nightstar's. Not to long after that Nightstar raced in and saw her and the kits "oh there so beautifull Midnightflower." He licked her cheek "they will be warriors in no time at all!" He smiled. Midnightflower nodded and looked at Nightstar "it was one crazy night though. I swear Dayleaf was up with me the whole night!" She giggled. Nightstar looked at her "then gets some sleep honey we can name them later you know that. And anyways you look tired." He included. She yawned in agreement "okay. Go run Moonclan ill be alseep" she joked. He smiled and left the den and began to speak with his deputy. She layed her head on her paws letting her kits feed. She dozed off and the lastthing she thaught about was 'poor kits.' Then she fell asleep.