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They strove while the messenger was gone; and they strove when he returned with assistance; they strove with might and main, until not a man among them had the strength of a child, and the boldest of them were blanching with a fearful, furtive excitement none dared to show.
The rarity of the latter is accounted for by regarding this peculiar appearance as the result of albinism; and notwithstanding the exaggeration of Oriental historians, who compare the fairness of such creatures to the whiteness of snow, even in its utmost perfection, I apprehend that the tint of a white elephant is little else than a flesh-colour, rendered somewhat more conspicuous by the blanching of the skin, and the lightness of the colourless hairs by which it is sparsely covered.
I can fancy him looking out day after day upon plains of snow and cruel summits, blanching and snarling under sodden skies, and him wishing that God so good was less careless, and had given him a home and trade back among the cosy little glens, if not in the romping towns.
Up there were the same signs of decay. In one corner they found a closet that promised mystery, but the promise was a fraud there was nothing in it. Their courage was up now and well in hand. They were about to go down and begin work when "Sh!" said Tom. "What is it?" whispered Huck, blanching with fright. "Sh!... There!... Hear it?" "Yes!... Oh, my! Let's run!" "Keep still! Don't you budge!
Sinclair could hold herself in no longer, and looking keenly at the half-naked young man as he straightened himself, having washed the coal-dust from his hands and arms, he began to rub his breast and as much of his back as he could reach, she said, "Did you hear aboot Mysie, Rob?" "Ay," he returned simply, trying to hide his agitation and his blanching face.
The very air was charged with exquisite emotion, which went in waves across the hall, changing and blanching faces, troubling hearts, and moistening eyes.... And then he finished. It was over. In every trembling breast was a pang of regret that this spell, this miracle, this divine revolution, could not last into eternity.... He stood bowing, one hand touching the piano.
"A dozen, counting Indians. But all of them he sends back to camp with our Etchemins." "And well he may. We want no strange followers in the barracks. Have you questioned him? Whence does he come?" "From Fort Orange, in the New Netherlands, madame." "He is then Hollandais." Marie turned to Antonia Bronck, and was jarred by her blanching face. "What is it, Antonia?
"What did you wake me up for?" Once more the thrilling cry woke the echoes, wailing from rock to rock, and gathering volume, until it seemed as if there were many voices instead of only one. The ponies sprang to their feet with snorts of fear, while the boys, little less startled, leaped from their beds with blanching faces. The guide was already on his feet, rifle in hand.
For answer, Bernard Maddison stepped forward and clasped it in his own. Once more he had moved from out of the darkness, and a soft stream of sunshine fell upon his pallid face. White though it was, even to ghastliness, it betrayed no sign of blanching or fear, and his dark eyes, from their hollow depths, shone with a clear, steadfast light.
In the hollow places native shrubs, surprised by irrigation, had made an unwonted summer's growth. Here, in the blanching moon, stood a tent with both flaps thrown back. A wind of coolness drew across the hill; it lifted one of the tent-curtains mysteriously; its touch was sad and searching. Mrs. Thorne put back the canvas and stepped inside.
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