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A few minutes later the sun was out again, and one of the strangest phases of life on the reef had come and gone. "I 'spec' dat was a narrer 'scape," said old Sandy, "but I tuk de only chance. We was boun' to strike somewhere, an' de squall jes' got off in time for me to take bearin's of disher five-foot channel; an', it's a fac', I'se been fru a heap o' times, but dat was de wustest, sho' 'nuff."
I tole youse disher was de end ob de worl'." But Jack, followed by the old hunter, sprang to the opening. How light they were upon their feet! The experience of moving shot this surprising thought through Jack Darrow's mind: "I'm as light as a feather. I have lost half my weight, I declare I How can that be possible?" Andy Sudds was evidently disturbed by the same thought.
A white-haired, broadly smiling old negro, stooped and a bit lame with rheumatism, but otherwise spry, came from the rear premises of the old Corner House, and stopped to roll his eyes, first glancing at the children and then at the goat. "Whuffor all disher combobberation? Missee Ruth! Sho' ain' gwine tuh take dat ole goat tuh boa'd, is yo'?"
Nothing loath the old fellow settled into his creaking chair and looked into the glowing coals behind the grated fire-box door. "Disher happen' befo' de wah," he said, slowly. "I warn't mo' dan a pickerninny jes' knee-high to a mus'rat, as yo' might say. But I kin member ol' Mars' Colby's plantation de bery yeah befo' de wah.
I declare!" he repeated. "A seismic disturbance in this locality? Ah! our visit to Alaska for Dr. Todd may repay us nobly indeed." Washington White's eyes opened very wide and he demanded: "What's disher t'ing yo' calls 'sezmik', Professor Henderson? I suah don't understand no sech langwidge." "He means an earthquake, Wash," said Jack, as the professor paid no attention to the darkey's question.
The first and second class passengers were bound for Port Philip and Sydney in greater proportion than for Adelaide There was in the saloon the youthful William Milne, and in the intermediate was Miss Disher, his future wife. He became President of the Legislative Council, and was knighted. There was my brother, J. B. Spence, who also sat in the Council, and was at one time Chief Secretary.
"The poor old Snowbird cannot be repaired in a hurry, that is sure," muttered Mark. "And this is no place to remain for fun," agreed Jack. "Suppose the walls of the crack should shut together where would we be?" "Just about here, for fair!" said Phineas Roebach, grimly, while Washington uttered a most mournful wail. "Gollyation! Is we gotter be squeeged ter deaf in disher awful cavernarious hole?
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