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Either you were there or you weren't shot. Besides, Mr. Edwards found your foot-prints." Pete shrunk his head into his shoulders and glared questioningly at the state's attorney. The examination was not going to his liking. "What Ah'll care for dat?" he said at last. "Oh, nothing," said Paige, "nothing at all. Let us talk of something else. Let me ask why Mr.
"Now where Minnetaki's trail?" The old warrior's eyes were blazing. "Where?" A dozen paces away was the balsam shelter they had built. But that was all. Not a track was left in the snow. The warm sun had obliterated every sign of their presence of a short time before! If their own trail was gone what could he hope to find of Minnetaki's dainty foot-prints?
Let us in spirit leap back to the time when no living creature existed, even before the great mastodon began to leave his huge foot-prints on the sands of time. We have reached one of the large valleys of the arctic regions. It is solemn, grand, and still. No merry birds, no prowling creatures, are there to disturb the universal calm.
But it's a very curious thing; there has been a dog after these sheep see, there's his track," pointing to foot-prints plainly marked in wet sand "but no track of man or horse to be seen. By Jove, look there!" They had come to the crest of a small hill, and were looking down a long valley.
We who have rolled the sphere beneath our feet To find a virgin forest, as we lay The beams of our rude temple, first of all Must frame its doorway high enough for man To pass unstooping; knowing as we do That He who shaped us last of living forms Has long enough been served by creeping things, Reptiles that left their foot-prints in the sand Of old sea-margins that have turned to stone, And men who learned their ritual; we demand To know him first, then trust him and then love When we have found him worthy of our love, Tried by our own poor hearts and not before; He must be truer than the truest friend, He must be tenderer than a woman's love, A father better than the best of sires; Kinder than she who bore us, though we sin Oftener than did the brother we are told, We-poor ill-tempered mortals-must forgive, Though seven times sinning threescore times and ten.
During the day, we had passed a rather recent native encampment, where were left some vessels of bark for holding water, or for collecting it from the roots of trees, or the grass. Near where we halted in the middle of the day, the foot-prints of the natives were quite fresh, and shewed that they were travelling the same way as ourselves.
Dear me! then the hull family is gone; for I hearn from Rosetta, that her father and mother and all war killed afore her eyes; and now she's bin taken on to be killed too, the darling." "Ha! yes," said Boone, as if struck with a new thought; "I remember seeing the foot-prints of a child war they made by this unfortunate young man's sister?" "I reckon as how they war," answered Mrs.
It was not among the vines, it was not on the lawn, it was not on the porch, and soaked in socks and sleeves he retreated. He paused a minute on the porch to glance thoughtfully at the moist foot-prints his feet left on the boards, and wondered if they would be dry before Tom or Laura came down. At any rate there was no help for it now, and he went up the stairs again.
There could be no false sentiment about it. Tudor had been a cunning devil when he proposed this sort of duel, Sheldon concluded, as he began to work along cautiously in the direction of the last shot. When he arrived at the spot, Tudor was gone, and only his foot-prints remained, pointing out the course he had taken into the depths of the plantation.
Every one followed the traces which the bailiff pointed out as he walked along examining them. Presently he stopped in the middle of the path about a hundred feet from the broken jug, where the girl's foot-prints ceased. "Here," he said, "she turned towards the Avonne; perhaps she was headed off from the direction of the pavilion." "But she has been gone more than an hour," cried Madame Michaud.
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