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"I think there'd be room for him in your big ship. It's warm weather, and he could lie on deck, you know; and we could cover him up at night with matting and old sails; and he'd be so tickled at the idea of going to sea, and seeing strange countries, and we'd show him such whales and porpoises, and tell him such good stories, that I think he'd keep pretty quiet till we reached America.
Many are the stories told of their cruel depredations, such as their stealing into the kraals of the Caffres and Hottentots, and abstracting the sleeping infants from under the kaross of its mother, who only becomes conscious of her loss when she hears the cries of the victim.
Accordingly, Ford proceeded on the supposition that the entire east side of the street, the lower stories of the west side, and the houses at each end were eliminated. The three houses in the centre of the row were outwardly alike. They were of four stories. Each was the residence of a physician, and in each, in the upper stories, the blinds were drawn.
The first Ohio stories are part of the common story of the wonderful Ice Age, when a frozen deluge pushed down from the north, and covered a vast part of the earth's surface with slowly moving glaciers.
"Mark Twain and Gorki recognised each other before they were introduced, but neither being able to understand the language of the other, they simply grasped hands and held on more than a minute. . . . Gorki said he had read Mark Twain's stories when he was a boy, and that he had gotten much delight from them. Mark declared that he also had been a reader and admirer of Gorki.
"O, I'm so glad!" cried Minnie, laughing and clapping her hands. "I love to hear stories so dearly!" "I'm going to try the black mare," said the gentleman. "What do you say to riding with me on the pony?" "May I, mamma? Please let me," urged the child. "I have not the slightest objection; my dear." "Come, then, and I will tell you stories to your heart's content."
His stories may be nourished with the realities of life, but their true mark is to satisfy the nameless longings of the reader, and to obey the ideal laws of the day-dream.
"Have you heard from your friend Henfrey lately?" "Not lately," replied the girl, a trifle resentful that he should obtrude upon her private affairs. "I only ask because well, because there are some jolly queer stories going about town of him." "Queer stories!" she echoed quickly. "What are they? What do people say?" "Oh! They say lots of extraordinary things.
But we are not aware of any proof of the truth of these stories having been discovered in recent times.
Now the talk went easily on church matters and all the things of her pious little life; she showed him the pictures in her prayer-book, explained all the attributes of the saints and told long stories of their lives and martyrdoms. He, also, told her of his youth, when he made his first communion and was the best little man in the whole village.
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