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And onward through the happy years, till he grew old and grey, He never once regretted those brave words he once did say: It's a long way back to mother's knee " The last high note screeched across the room like a shell, and the applause that followed was like a shell's bursting. One could hardly have recognised the refined interior of the Cosmopolis dining-room.
And, even then, we'd have a chance. I've seen men dug out alive from a hole like this after a shell from one of their biggest howitzers had landed square upon it." But I had no anxiety to form part of an experiment to prove the truth or the falsity of that suggestion! I was glad to know that the chances of a shell's coming along were pretty slim. Conditions were primitive at that mess.
"You can hear what I'm saying now well enough," Timothy pointed out. "I read the lips," said Mr. Frog with a snicker. That speech made Timothy Turtle start. "Then if you can read my lips, no doubt you can read what's on my back," he said. "That's easy," the tailor observed. "Your shell's on your back, of course." Timothy Turtle glanced up with a look of scorn. "Don't be silly!" he snapped.
They're right-handed with only rare exceptions, and when by chance a shell's spiral is left-handed, collectors will pay its weight in gold for it.
But that yell had done what Peggy hoped and secretly prayed it would: The long blades flashed in and out of the water quicker and cleaner, cutting down Harvard's lead, until just as they swept by the Frolic that discouraging discrepancy was closed and the two shell's noses were even. Yale had made a gallant spurt.
When you take it from the fire, let it settle well, before it be tunned into the vessel, wherein you mean to keep it: and when it comes near the bottom, let it be taken carefully from the sediment, with a thin Dish, so as nothing be put into the vessel, but what is clear. 4. Put into it, when you stop it, some New-laid-eggs in number proportionable to the bigness of the vessel, Shell's unbroken.
I could interest you for days in recounting all I saw and heard. The poor whigs suffered a great deal from the rascals they did. Those in Tryon county, especially, were always exposed to the attacks of the savages. I recollect an affair that occurred at a settlement called Shell's Bush, about five miles from Herkimer village.
Besides this, Baden-Powell had constructed bomb-proof shelters everywhere, and a boy stood ready with bell-rope in hand to ring immediate warning of a shell's approach. Trenches were dug giving cover and leading from every portion of the town. So perfect indeed were Baden-Powell's defences that it was possible to walk entirely round the little town without being exposed to the Boer fire.
There would surely be others less benighted who must acclaim the shell's charm. Presently he was at the familiar front gate and his father, looking unusual, somehow, came to lift him down. "See my shell I found at Grammer's!" "Your mother is dead." "See my shell I found at Grammer's!" "Your mother is dead." It was the sinister iteration by which he was stricken, rather than the news itself.
And we could follow each curve of sound from its incipience to its final crash in the trenches. There were four distinct phases: the sharp bang from the cannon, the long furious howl overhead, the dispersed and spreading noise of the shell's explosion, and then the roll of its reverberation from cliff to cliff.
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