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Updated: May 13, 2025
In the midst of the gayety of music, lights, and circling figures, she lifted her head in gliding past the great mirror and beheld her own radiant face smiling back at her from the flower-tinted throng. Just at that moment through a rift in the throng she caught a glimpse of two big troubled eyes in a queer small face atop of a drooping ill-clad form.
He was trading with a friendly chief one day aboard his vessel. The chief had swam off to us with the things for trade tied atop of his head, for them chaps are like otters in the water. Well, the chief was hard on the captain, and would not part with some o' his things.
"Tired!" I said. "No, I never thought of feeling tired shut up in this horrible place. Let's try if we can't get out by the way the smoke went." "I've been trying," said Shock; "but it's too high up. You can't reach it." "Not if you stood on my shoulders?" "No," he said. "I looked when you had hold of the candle, and if you did try you'd only pull the sand down atop of your head."
You don't mind the dark, do you?" "I don't mind the dark," I replied, "but it's horrible to be shut in here." "Why, it's only sand," he said, "only sand, mate." "But it nearly smothered you," I cried. "It would have smothered you if I hadn't pulled you out." "Yes, but that was because it fell atop of my head and held me down, else it wouldn't. I thought it was your games."
"Why, it's months sin' you've been to see me," said Dave. "Well, whose fault's that?" said Dick sharply. "I say, Dave, these nets are new." "Ay, every one of 'em. Made 'em all this summer." "Didn't you get lots of things spoiled when the flood came?" cried Tom. "N-no, lad, no. Nearly had my birds drownded, but I got 'em atop of the thack yonder."
There might have been the pickings of the cabins, trunks, and portmanteaux of a hundred opulent men and women in this chest, and, so far as I could judge from what lay atop, the people plundered represented several nationalities.
She was a tall and angular Englishwoman, clad always in voluminous black, a wide-brimmed, old-fashioned hat resting uneasily atop her mountain of snowy hair. "Yes, that is the doctor's house," added Esther in reply to her acquaintance's question. "I'm just off for the day." "Shall we walk along together then?" suggested the other, slightly modifying her tremendous strides.
The climb was more difficult than I had imagined, and a literal faux pas might not have aided the flying ability of the machine. There was no lashing the passenger to a seat in the plane. The place in which I sat would not have cramped three men, the pilot being in front. There was a loose leather seat cover atop a wooden box as the only sign of comfort. "Make the best of it," said the pilot.
I have, however, seen lions miles from game, slumbering peacefully atop an ant hill. Indeed, occasionally, a pack of lions likes to live high in the tall-grass ridges where every hunt will mean for them a four- or five-mile jaunt out and back again. He needs water, after feeding, and so rarely gets farther than eight or ten miles from that necessity. He hunts at night.
Sometimes I found the roly-poly fellow saving hay by eating it, or asleep in the sun on an exposed rock. Often he ventured down into the cañon at the foot of the moraine to investigate the grass that grew down there. One day as I sat atop the big moraine, I heard his shrill whistle from the edge of the trees in the cañon below.
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