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Ambrose Gwinnet Bierce

About Me

I worked under the pseudonym of DOD GRILE and Mr. J. Milton Bowers; WILLIAM HERMAN, a joint pseudonym. I was born in House Cave Creek, Meigs County, Ohio. The tenth son of Marcus Aurelius and Laura Sherwood Bierce. Brought up under strict Calvinism, I was seriusly affected by the hellfire of this religion. It cause me to have no real affection for any member og my family, exept Albert my brother.I worked in the newspapers business when I was fifteen years old. As a printer's apprentice for the Northern Indian, and anty slavery papper. I studied primary and secondary school in Indiana. Later I entered in the Kentucky Military Institute and at the outbreak of civil war I enlisted in the union army, serving in the 9th Indiana Infantry of the Union Army and later in the Bell's Army of theb Ohio from 1861-65 as Major. Fighting in the battles of Shiloh, Chickamauga, Missionary Ridge, Kennesaw Mountain, and in Sherman's March to the sea. After being injure in the head at Kennesaw Mountain, he serve General W.B. hazen as a topogtaphical engineer. At war end I begain working toward a career as a journalist in San Francisco. In 1871 i experienced two milestones in my life. in july, my first short story, "The Hounted Valley," was published in a magazine called the Overland Mounthly. and On Christmas Day, i got married to Mary Ellen Day. We got tree childrens two men and a girl. Day(1871-1889), Leigh(1874), and Helen(1877).
.. I got divorce Because a man was writting letters to my wife while i was working. Day my eldest son died of a gun shut in a fight. Leigh years after died of a lung desease inherit from his father. i worked as a journalist in San Fransisco

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A master of short stories forms

A master of short stories forms.  Which structure commonly hinges on an ironic, surprise conclusion. His short stories have that unreliable narrator that hides the reader things that in a mysteri...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:50:00 GMT

Bierce relation with War and Journalism

           This quote Shows Ambrose Bierce interest in war and his journalist affiliation:          In a colle...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 10:53:00 GMT

Bierces Chronological Life

Bierce's Chronological Life ·  Jun 24, 1842  Born near Horse Cave Creek, Meigs County, Ohio, to Marcus and Laura Bierce. Youngest of 10 siblings. ·  1846  Family moves to Walnut Creek, ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 08:13:00 GMT

A Poem to his wife Mary Ellen Day

Bierce have loved his wife and he wrote the poem. maybe he was thinking of her when he wrote the poem. it is his most beautiful poem, one whitn a sentiment unusual for a misanthrope.   &nbs...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 00:35:00 GMT

Bierce Passion with War

Bierce Passion with War     At the age of fifteen Ambrose left home and started to work in the Northern Indian an anti-slavery paper, in Warsaw as the printer's apprentice. After two ye...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 23:02:00 GMT

School Name: Kentucky Military Institute, Indiana; Franklin Springs.

School Name: Kentucky Military Institute, Indiana; Franklin Springs.  (High School)
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:59:00 GMT

The Eyes of the Panther

The Eyes of the Panther I ONE DOES NOT ALWAYS MARRY WHEN INSANE A man and a woman--nature had done the grouping--sat on a rustic seat, in the late afternoon. The man was middle-aged, slender, swarthy,...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 21:40:00 GMT

Humorous Quotes

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Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 09:19:00 GMT

The Damned Thing

The Damned Thing   I By the light of a tallow candle, which had been placed on one end of a rough table, a man was reading something written in a book. It was an old account book, greatly worn; a...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 11:58:00 GMT

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge

An Occurrence Owl Creek Bridge     I A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were behind his back, the...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 11:54:00 GMT