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"No; I was trying on their frocks, but they trailed on the ground upon me, so she asked if I would come and sit by the nursery fire till my habit was dry; and there was a dear little good-humoured baby, so fair and pretty. She is not a bit shy, will go to anybody, but, they say, she likes no one so well as her brother Norman." "So you had a regular treat of baby-nursing."
Each middle ram bore one of the men firmly bound with osiers under his belly; while the two outside rams served to conceal that living burden. Last of all Odysseus provided for his own safety. There was one monster ram, the leader of the flock, with a grand fleece which trailed on the ground, like the leaves of the weeping ash.
"I wonder..." she began, and her voice trailed off into silence. Betty began slowly to repack the basket. "Sometimes I pray," said Eileen Cavendish, "when I want things to happen very much. And sometimes I just hold my thumbs like a pagan. Sometimes I do both. Let's do both now."
The Island o' Fay, Silence, Elionore, were the familiar spirits of an apartment beautiful with tapestry and palms; Swinburne and Rossetti were the English poets I read there; and in a golden bondage, I, a unit in the generation they have enslaved, clanked my fetters and trailed my golden chain. I had begun a set of stories in many various metres, to be called "Roses of Midnight."
She wondered how far the smell of coffee would carry, and subsequent experience was a revelation on that point. She had entered the hills, tracking back that wavering scent of coffee, which rose fresh and sudden now, and trailed away the next moment to the mere color of a smell.
Another thing. We surprise 'em. Give the birds no chance to talk it over. Not knowin' what to do, they do nothing. Ain't that good psycho-ology, as Blister says when he calls a busted flush?" "Trouble is we're holdin' the busted flush." "Sure, an' Houck'll figure we wouldn't 'a' trailed him unless we'd fixed the play right beforehand.
The robber was soon trailed and he quickly discovered that his only safety lay in hiding. But where could he hide in that desolate flat? At Coyote Holes there is a spring and a small marsh. The robber buried himself in the mud till all but his face was covered and lay there while the posse searched. But the keen vision of an Indian scout did not fail.
Rocks and brambles and tree-roots behind them, confusedly heaped and tangled; in front, a great space of quiet fields, hemmed by lines of hedges black on the snow, and, far ahead, a glint of the familiar old river, while the wintry sun hung red and low on the horizon. The Otter, as knowing all the paths, took charge of the party, and they trailed out on a bee-line for a distant stile.
At last the violet pennons that trailed nearest to me vibrated; they were gently pushed aside, and the form floated out into the broad light. It was a female human shape. When I say "human," I mean it possessed the outlines of humanity, but there the analogy ends. Its adorable beauty lifted it inimitable heights beyond the loveliest daughter of Adam.
Her head rested upon a silken pillow, and a band of her long black hair, that had escaped from the comb, straggling over the cords of the hammock, trailed along the grass. Her bosom rose with a gentle heaving above the network as she breathed and slept. My heart was full of mixed emotions surprise, pleasure, love, pain.
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