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Updated: June 10, 2025
E. B. Eastwick, and originally published abroad for students' use. But this translation was too strictly literal for general readers. It has been carefully revised, and some portions have been entirely rewritten by the Rev. THE CAMP OF WALLENSTEIN was translated by Mr. James Churchill, and first appeared in "Frazer's Magazine."
The equipment of rolling stock and fixed machinery for the shops was furnished by the American firm of Winans, Harrison & Eastwick, who from previous acquaintance were known by Major Whistler to be skillful, energetic, and reliable.
Don't let him loose, Frank, on your life, or he'll just murder some of them!" exclaimed Jack Eastwick, who was running alongside the two who gripped the leash. "If Buster ever falls flat I'll never be able to hold on alone. Be ready, somebody, to take hold!" was what Frank cried in return, as he was dragged along by the furious rush of the dog, more eager now than before.
"Oh, Kaiser, don't you want to buy a dog?" sang Jack Eastwick, and amid much laughter and merry exchange of talk, the glee club disbanded for that evening. Ralph walked home with Frank and Helen. Others among the boys persisted in hovering near them, greatly to the annoyance of Ralph, and the amusement of the girl, who thought it something of a joke.
The locomotives must be made in Russia. The Emperor had given up the extensive premises of the Imperial China Manufactory, which were to be devoted to the manufacture of engines. The Major appointed Messrs. Eastwick, Harrison, and Wynants, to supply the entire mechanical plant of the railway.
If he shows a black eye to-morrow, give me credit for one goal kicked, boys," replied the party addressed. Bones Shadduck was lighting a match. "Hello! What's that for?" asked Jack Eastwick. "I picked up a hat just now, and the idea struck me that possibly there might be some more headgear lying around.
Eastwick, and it will be translated into archaic Persian by an imperial Munshi for the benefit of the Man in Buckram, who will be present. The Man in Buckram, who is suffering from a cold in his heart, will be wrapped up in himself and a cocked hat. The Press Commissioner has also asked for an invitation. He will deliver a sentiment: "Quid sit futurum eras fuge quærere."
"What do you think?" asked Captain Eastwick, interrupting my rapt contemplation. "I never in my life saw so fine a seaview. Whose can it be?" "A Cape-Cod fisherman's." "But he is a genius!" cried I, enthusiastically. "A great, a splendid genius!" said my friend, quietly. "And a fisherman?" "Yes, and shoemaker." "What a magnificent career he might make! Why don't you help him?
Go it, you wild broncho! Say, look there, will you, Tony; Ralph West thinks he can tackle that flying tornado!" "Will he? Maybe, maybe not, fellows!" called out the ever-skeptical Jack Eastwick, as he watched the rapidly nearing figures. Jack was on the regular team, but not playing that afternoon. "There, he's done it! Wasn't that tackle a screamer, though?
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