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Killgrove, "when you come to get seven or eight feet more of water atop of this in spring, it is considerable of a puddle." Our weather seemed to be now bettering with more resolution. Many days had passed since Aurora had shown herself, many days since the rising sun and the world had seen each other.
The boy atop felt not a little tremulous as the great muscles that lifted the legs of the horse knotted and relaxed against his legs, and he cowered towards the withers, grasping with his hands the bit of mane worn short by the collar; but when his father looked back at him, saying once more, "Sit up, Diamond," he let the mane go and sat up, notwithstanding that the horse, thinking, I suppose, that his master had said to him, "Come up, Diamond," stepped out faster.
There was nothing to do but to abandon the craft which had done him such good service, and travel on foot along an Indian trail which wound its devious way through the wilderness. He had hoped to reach Klassan early in the afternoon, but in this he was disappointed, and night had shut down when at last he paused to rest atop the hill looking down upon the village.
She hovered, dropped with a wondrous precision that proved her rider's consummate skill, made a perfect landing on the long take-off that stretched from rudders to wing observation galleries, atop the liner. Forward on Nissr the wasp ran on her small, cushioned wheels. She stopped, with jammed-on brakes, and came to rest not forty feet abaft the Eagle's beak.
Of course not. MURIEL: Now really! MURIEL: Clear the floor! MURIEL: Oh, let's have music! MAURY: Tana will render the love song of an eye, ear, nose, and throat specialist. The pajamaed Japanese, flute in hand, is wrapped in a comforter and placed in a chair atop one of the tables, where he makes a ludicrous and grotesque spectacle. GLORIA: No, sir! Want to do the swan dance. Can you do it?
Now there was some converse among the three, and then the two left Strickland in the cool, dusky room. Outside the house June flamed again. For a while they paced up and down under the trees in the narrow garden atop the craggy height. Then Ian mounted Fatima, who all these years was kept for him at Black Hill. "You'll come over to-morrow?" "Yes."
The son led the way, a tall, ill-made, sombre, Scottish-looking man; the mother followed, all in her Sunday's best, with an elegantly embroidered ribbon to her cap, and a new felt hat atop, and proffering, as she strode along with kilted petticoats, a string of obscene and blasphemous oaths. I hailed the son, and asked him my direction.
It is to this easternmost region that I wish to direct your attention. It was in the blue Munchkin Country of Oz that a house happened to fall from the sky and land with a loud crash atop a most unfortunate Wicked Witch.
You could tell a Brewster cover at sight, without the fan. That leaves the black net dress and the sun-parlour valance. Now, don't gather from this that Mrs. Brewster was an ample, pie-baking, ginghamed old soul who wore black silk and a crushed-looking hat with a palsied rose atop it. Nor that Hosea C. Brewster was spectacled and slippered. Not at all.
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