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W. Adair, Albert Minerly, Adam Greenwood, George Peck and W. W. Pace, the last a citizen of later prominence in the Gila Valley. The grain they raised the first season, 1700 bushels, chiefly barley, was sent as a "loan" to the Little Colorado settlers, who were very near starvation. In 1880 was built a fort, for there was fear of Apaches, who had been wiping out whole villages in New Mexico.
I would even venture in that vile hole once more to see him thwacked again." "Thank heaven Mistress Vernon is safe," said Manners. "Simon will not disturb her, think you?" "Not he, sir, never fear. Simon Greenwood knows better than that; and, see, I have brought thee this," and the page pulled out a dagger and offered it to him. "Nay, put it back," said Manners kindly.
"Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me. . . Come hither, come hither," and has led some to question whether it can be Bunyan's own. The resemblance, as Mr. Froude remarks, is "too near to be accidental." "Perhaps he may have heard the lines, and the rhymes may have clung to him without his knowing whence they came."
Greenwood and others, choose to interpret Ben's words on the theory that, in 1623, he "had his tongue in his cheek"; that, like Odysseus, he "mingled things false with true," that THEY know what is true from what is false, and can undo the many knots which Ben tied in his tongue. How they succeed we shall see.
But I am grieved that thou wilt not feast with me, for thou couldst have victuals to thy liking, for there stands thy Cook." Then he led the Sheriff, willy-nilly, to the seat he knew so well beneath the greenwood tree. "Ho, lads!" cried Robin, "fill our good friend the Sheriff a right brimming cup of sack and fetch it hither, for he is faint and weary."
It was the middle of July when the squire and Phil returned from New York, bringing with them much news of the war preparations, of Washington's passing through the city, and of the bloody battle of Bunker Hill. Of far more importance, however, to the ladies of Greenwood, were two pieces of information which their lord and master promptly announced.
But I think I have discovered the origin of the great Ventnor myth. The place is a winter resort of consumptives; and Mr. Frederick Greenwood, who was the chief charm of Ventnor, told me that you may take coffee on your lawn in November. The town, then, is warm in winter. The popular mind, with its hasty logic, thinks that this is tantamount to saying it is broiling hot in summer.
"You see, Meta will monopolize Irene and Monica, and I should have been left out altogether. I'm delighted to have someone of my own age." Monica was a great favourite in the household, and held in request by all, from Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood to Cyril, the baby.
I'm not your slave. Tobacco! I hate the sight of it, and the smell of it! There's too much tobacco raised in Virginia. You fought the old King because he was a tyrant, but you would make me spend my life in the tobacco-field! You are a tyrant, too. I'm to be a man just as you're a man. You went your way; well, I'm going mine! I'm going to be a lawyer, like like Ludwell Cary at Greenwood.
Greenwood had been anxious to give up his own rooms as being more spacious; but the offer had been peremptorily and almost indignantly refused. The Marquis had been unwilling to accept anything like a courtesy from Mr. Greenwood. Should he make up his mind to turn Mr. Greenwood out of the house, and he had almost made up his mind to do so, then he could do what he pleased with Mr.
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