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Darby's theory of this current is so learned and philosophical, that I may be excused giving place to it here.
Whilst exercising, a clipper ship passed at some distance from us, bound to southward and eastward. The Gulf Stream Darby's Theory Its ingenuity The Coasts of America John Cabot, the Venetian "Terra Primum Visa" Completion of Cruise Conclusion. Thursday, June 17th.
The poor mother, however, could not stir; the unexpected revulsion of feeling which she had so suddenly experienced was more than she could sustain. A long fainting-fit! was the consequence, and Darby's commands were obeyed by the wife of a friendly neighbor.
Darby's appearance was the climax of this popular enthusiasm. There were few who had not seen, or at least heard of, the celebrated piper in times past.
A spot designed by Heaven for me to rusticate in this summer when when we go back to town. Somehow, I never did inhabit Arcady. There's a letter from Martin Whitney, too, that's almost alarmingly encouraging in its insistence that I mustn't worry. If only they knew how little I did these days!" "Well, that's all right then," she said. "Because those were Doctor Darby's orders.
* Herb-Men of Darby's cast were often in the habit of collecting rare medicinal plants for the apothecaries; and not bad botanists some of them were. "Darby, achora," said Mrs. Reillaghan, "don't crass the gintleman, an' him sthrivin' to do his best. Here, Paddy Gormly, bring some wather till the docthor washes his hands."
M'Slime himself at this crisis was beginning privately to feel some of the very natural consequences of his own oft acknowledged frailty. Phil, who had just left Constitution Cottage a few minutes before Darby's arrival, had not seen him that morning.
As I glance at him I become but I don't know why vaguely reminded of Woolwich, Chatham, Portsmouth, and Dover. When we get out, my respected fellow-constable Sharpeye, addressing Mr. Superintendent, says: 'You noticed that young man, sir, in at Darby's? 'Yes. What is he? 'Deserter, sir. Mr.
A bevy of smoke-dimmed men in the bar of the Bridge, discussing in awed whispers last night's affair of the Revenue cutter off Darby's Hole, hushed suddenly at the clatter and rushed out as he stormed past. He paid no heed.
Soon we turned into a lane, and came to the pasture-bars, Mr. Wetherell said: "You stay here with Darby, and I will drive the steers up to the bars, and salt them." I got out of the wagon, and unchecked Darby's head, and led him up to a plot of white clover, to get a lunch.
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