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Harry and Ben Stubbs fired their automatics into the clinging mass of savages. Two dropped and the aeroplane began to rise but the others desperately clung on. "Get 'em off," shouted Frank, as he desperately strove to raise the air-craft. As he spoke he fell back with a cry of pain. An arrow had struck him on the shoulder inflicting a painful wound.
Before darkness blotted out the scene on March 25th, house after house, with the occupants clinging to the roofs and screaming for help, floated on the breast of the flood, but the cries for help had to go unanswered because of the lack of boats. What little rescue work there was accomplished was done before night came on, as the rescuers were powerless after darkness.
Clinging tightly now to him with one hand, and the other raised high above her head, she cried in a voice that was fraught with such passionate longing that the man felt himself stirred to the very depths of his emotions: "Oh, my mountains, I'm leavin' you! Oh, my California my lovely West my Sierras, I'm leavin' you!"
What could Mrs. Dering say, with those clinging arms about her neck, and that pleading face, and the despairing eyes never moving from hers? "You are dreaming, darling," she began soothingly; but Ernestine threw her head back, and her voice rose to a terrified shriek: "You won't tell me; you won't tell me," she cried wildly. "Oh, I must know if it is true; I must.
She had happened to be in a walk that commanded a view of the fir-grove. "And you saw my wife agitated, clinging to that man?" "Lady Eversleigh was terribly agitated." "And then you saw her take her place in the gig, of her own free will?" "I did, Sir Oswald." "Oh, what infamy!" murmured the baronet; "what hideous infamy!" It was to himself that he spoke rather than to Miss Graham.
She knew that Samson would have sent her back, and she knew that a crisis was at hand, and that she could not support the suspense of awaiting the news. She must see for herself. And now, while the stage was setting itself, the girl crouched trembling a little way up the hillside, at the foot of a titanic poplar. About her rose gray, moss-covered rocks and the fronds of clinging ferns.
It was a pleasant hour, yet Polly was not sorry when the carriage turned towards the hospital. Mrs. Jocelyn would not go in, and the little girl bade her good-bye with a clinging embrace. "I love you de-arly!" she whispered: which made the little lady smile happily to herself all the way up the street.
What was that he saw in the vines not on the snow of the ground, but half way up in the tangle of small branches clinging close to the stone of the lower story, just beneath this window? He would see. Something that glistened, something that could only have got there by falling from this window. Could he reach it? No; he would have to climb up from below to do that. Well, that was easy enough.
The Virginia mountains were linked in her mind to the dreams of her youth, to her earliest hopes and aspirations, and to the books she had read, and she galloped happily out of the valley to the tune of an old ballad. She rode as a woman should, astride her horse and not madly clinging to it in the preposterous ancient fashion.
The dear, little, pretty thing!" "Good-night!" exploded the school teacher, with a burst of laughter. "My little homily is put out of business. A bluebird, indeed!" "But the bluebird is so pretty and so welcome in Spring. See! there he goes." Then she added softly, still clinging to Nelson's arm: "'The bluebird for happiness."
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