United States or Fiji ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


Over the fireplace was a great steel plate of the regretted mills, a world covered with immaculate smokeless buildings and cut with streets in which women were taking the air in barouches as though in a park; before the fireplace two patent rockers, and behind them a table littered with magazines and novels; in the corners golf sticks of innumerable designs, and wherever the eye turned it met coldly colored prints showing trotting horses in action.

Most of the Injuns now carry matches, but in the early days I seen it done often enough." "Does it take long? Is it hard?" "Not so long, and it's easy enough, when ye know how." "My! I'd rather bring fire out of two sticks than have a ten dollar bill," said Yan, with enthusiasm that meant much, for one dollar was his high-water mark of affluence, and this he had reached but once in his life.

This was percussive in character, and was produced by twenty-five or thirty men beating curved instruments, made of very hard, resonant wood, with sticks.

She said to him: "Why did you take those children across the river? Take me on your back now and carry me across quickly, so that I can catch them." The bull said, "First take these sticks out of my head." "No," said the old woman; "first take me across, then I will take the sticks out." The bull repeated, "First take the sticks out of my head, then I will take you across."

This was a hard day's work; and when we came to a deserted Bayeiye hut on an ant-hill, not a bit of wood or any thing else could be got for a fire except the grass and sticks of the dwelling itself. I dreaded the "Tampans", so common in all old huts; but outside of it we had thousands of mosquitoes, and cold dew began to be deposited, so we were fain to crawl beneath its shelter.

Our young hero, however, was of that disposition which sticks at nothing, and instead of taking time to search for an opening, he took a race and sprang into the middle of it, in hopes of forcing his way through. His hopes were not disappointed.

Reckon I'll take a couple in my hands an' one or two sticks o' wood an' I'll draw a bucket o' water too an' tote that in. Goodness! but this back yard is bright ez day! Goin' to be a clair, cool night moon out, full an' white. Ef this ain't the stillest stillness! Thess sech a night, for all the world, I reckon, ez the first Christmas, when He come

He cooled down, and said, "This is a poor man. We better take up a collection for him," and walked away. While I was baptizing the two and a Methodist minister's son, stones and sticks flew in plenty around me but none hit me. One evening three young men cut the rope of the tent and were caught.

"I believe I know a way," said Mary, and led him to a place near, used for a wood-shed. At the top of a great heap of sticks and fagots was an opening in the wall, that had once been a window, or perhaps a door. "That, I know, is the wall of the tower," she said; "and there can be no difficulty in getting through there.

Here they found an old man stretched before a few lighted sticks, and a boy of nine or ten years old pouring water on his head, from a shell which he held in his hand: near them lay a female child dead, and a little farther off, its unfortunate mother: the body of the woman shewed that famine, superadded to disease, had occasioned her death: eruptions covered the poor boy from head to foot; and the old man was so reduced, that he was with difficulty got into the boat.