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If alarmed, he starts off almost instantly and always runs against the wind, his sense of smell appearing to be better than his eyesight. What is a most remarkable fact, a herd of buffalo, when grazing, always post and maintain a line of sentinels to warn the main body of the approach of danger.
At any rate, this suggestion seems worth following up. To begin with, we must radically disabuse our minds of the idea that thinking starts from certainty.
The Piece is long, vehement, altogether sincere; lyrically sings aloud, or declaims in rhyme, what one's indignant thought really is on the surrounding woes and atrocities. We faithfully abridge, and condense into our briefest Prose; readers can add water and the jingle of French rhymes AD LIBITUM. It starts thus:
Give him a patch of pine-scrub or a bit of poor soil in a sand-belt and he'd feel it his duty to cultivate it, no matter how much work it cost. Show him good wheat land lying vacant or rocks that block a railroad, and he won't rest till he starts the gang-plow or gets to work with giant-powder. He can't help it; the thing's born in him. Like liquor or gambling, only cleaner!"
Ezra exclaimed to himself, much astonished at this unprecedented occurrence. "When do you go?" his father asked. "My train leaves in an hour or so. I reach the steamer at Southampton about three in the morning, and she starts with the full tide at six." "Look after your health," the old man continued. "Don't get your feet wet, and wear flannel next your skin.
Say, rather, once it fitted him, now it corresponds to him from far and on high. He adores timidly his own work. Now is man the follower of the sun, and woman the follower of the moon. Yet sometimes he starts in his slumber, and wonders at himself and his house, and muses strangely at the resemblance betwixt him and it.
She turns the page; she starts; the colour deserts her countenance; a mist glides over her vision; she clasps her hands with convulsive energy; she sinks back in her chair.
The second season it starts upward its tall stalk, which in late summer is thickly set with small yellow flowers, and in fall is charged with myriads of fine black seeds. "As full as a dry mullein stalk of seeds" is almost equivalent to saying, "as numerous as the sands upon the seashore."
For the greatest poetry is the poetry of things, not of words, and to whatever regions the Muse may take her flight, she can only be safe if she starts from Earth, and keeps her communication with it open. Directness is also a protection against that literature of egotism which is the excess into which subjective poetry easily falls.
Mr Stewart yielded, but nervous starts and sudden twitches of the muscles betrayed his uneasiness: it looked as if his body would jump up and run without his mind's consent. "Nane 'at I ken o'," answered Phemy. "But there's heaps o' hidy holes i' the inside o' 't." "That's a' very weel; but gien they keppit the mou' an' took their time till 't, they bude to grip ye."
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