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Updated: May 27, 2025
Could they understand the concept of another world holding intelligent beings? "I come from another world...." He tried to make a clean-cut picture in his mind a globe in space, a ship blasting free.... "Look!" The fingers still rested between his eyebrows, but with her other hand the Warlockian was pointing up to the dome of the cavern. Shann followed her order.
By the church's due execution of the laws and censures which Christ for that purpose has left with his church. God cuts down the barren fig-tree by an immediate hand, smiting his roots, blasting his branches, and so takes him away from among his people. He taketh him out of the church, he taketh him away from the godly.
So for poverty, loss, the blasting of earthly hopes, the crushing of earthly affections, the extremity of danger, and the utmost threatening of death, here is the sufficient remedy that one mighty assurance: 'The Lord is my God. For if He is 'the strength of my heart, He will be my portion for ever. He is not poor who has God for his, nor does he wander with a hungry heart who can rest his heart on God's; nor need he fear death who possesses God, and in Him eternal life.
As she spoke she was laying on the side of her plate the coffee-grounds that had run through the filter. "But, cousin, that is coffee," said Pierrette. "Oh! then it is I who tell lies, is it?" cried Sylvie, looking at Pierrette and blasting her with a fearful flash of anger from her eyes.
Beyond this, of course, every possible application of mechanical power operated from above will be resorted to, not only for drilling, but also for gripping and removing the shattered pieces of rock and ore resulting from the blasting operations.
It sounds very clever." She took the paper from him and held it to the light, and Robert turned, hoping that now he would really go. "But but I didn't quite understand have I lost the place? this is by E. T. Richards." Then Robert saw an astonishing thing. Suddenly Mr. Ricardo seemed to shrivel to cower back into himself. His fierce, triumphant energy had gone as at a blasting touch of magic.
They gleamed along the brook-side; they showed like an outcrop of gold on the wall of rock over there, and in among the blue-green pines; their yellow leaves strewed the ground on which he stood. It was eight o'clock in the morning, and he was about to do his last blasting. There was nobody up the cañon, and nobody was likely to come from below for an hour yet.
To this defacement of the mountain, the rude clearing of thicket and underbrush by fire or blasting, the lopping of tree-boughs and the decapitation of saplings, might be added the debris and ruins of half-civilized occupancy. The ground before the cabin was covered with broken boxes, tin cans, the staves and broken hoops of casks, and the cast-off rags of blankets and clothing.
The blasting, we learned later, was at some coal mines, several miles up this little canyon, which bore the name of Warm Creek Canyon. A road led down through the canyon, making it possible to haul the lumber for the boat, clear to the river's edge. The nearest railroad was close to two hundred miles from this place, quite a haul considering the ruggedness of the country.
"Before we even know they are anywhere around, they are blasting us with everything they've got! Not even the strategic genius of General MacMaine can help us if we have no time to plot strategy!" The Kerothi had been avoiding MacMaine's eyes, but now, at the mention of his name, they all looked at him as if their collective gaze had been drawn to him by some unknown attractive force.
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