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The wheels followed merrily over the sound, hard road through the park, and the gentle though almost imperceptible fall of the ground giving an impetus to the vehicle, they bowled away as if they had four of the soundest, freshest legs in the world before them, instead of nothing but a belly-band between them and eternity.
"It is, Mr Seagrave, that the savages are now coming down upon us in large force; perhaps five or six hundred of them; and that we shall have to defend ourselves with might and main." "Do you think we have any chance against such a force?" "Yes, sir, with God's help I have no doubt but that we shall beat them off; but we must fight hard, and for some days, I fear."
'It was a fearfu' noise yon; it wakened me up oot o' the sleep o' the just, he said. 'I thocht the chimney mun have been stricken, but if sae, stanes wud hae come through the roof. Maist likely the auld ash-tree by the door has been stricken. Hark! he added, 'I think the storm's past, for it's rainin' hard enoo.
"He's out of it for the time being," thought Lafe. "Good thing, too. Hard work to keep a strangle hold on that chap and keep his machine right side up. Hey there, Orry!" By this time Erwin had forged so close in swinging round again that only a few yards separated the planes. "Don't you go any nearer those Boches. I am all right. We got some of them. Look at those riderless horses!"
Was not Bud to be a prominent character? Mr. Tanner talked about it everywhere he went. The mothers and fathers and sisters talked about it, and the work of preparing the play went on. Margaret had discovered that one of the men at the bunk-house played a flute, and she was working hard to teach him and Fiddling Boss and Croaker to play a portion of the elfin dance to accompany the players.
Deep in her heart she knew now that she had wronged him when she had suspected him of being a rustler. He could not be. It was not in the man's character. But she would ask no mercy of him. All her pride rose to meet his. She would show him how game she could be. What she had sown she would reap. Nor would it have been any use to beseech him to spare her. He was a hard man, she told herself.
He wrote also that discourse on the Georgics, prefixed to them by way of preface in Mr. Dryden's translation, and chose to withhold his name from that judicious composition, because it contained an untried strain of criticism, which bore hard upon the old professors of that art, and therefore was not so fit for a young man to take upon himself; and Mr.
When, during these last days, he had been fighting his fear it had always seemed to him that the heart of it lay in this Hollow. He had always seen the dripping fern, smelt the wet earth, heard the sound of the mist falling from the trees. Now the earth was clear and hard and cold. The great white mountains drove higher into the sky, very softly and gently a few white flakes were falling.
Though there must be examinations and lectures, and discipline and hard reading, nothing of all this matters a jot in comparison with the association of youth with youth and the communion of quick and eager spirits.
And Zip growled and snarled, pretending he was very angry. "Look out!" cried Mother Bunker. "He might bite you!" "Zip is only playing," said Grandma Bell. "He never bites. But what are you doing?" she asked Russ and Laddie. "We're trying how hard Zip can pull, to see if he can pull us when we make a dog-cart," explained Russ. "Please, Grandma, may we?" asked Laddie.
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