United States or Ghana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


Now, it did chance that they were waked about midnight by a loud voice from the land, crying out, Foxwell, come ashore! three times over; whereupon, looking to see from whence the voice did come, they beheld a great circle of fire on the beach, and men and women dancing about it in a ring. Presently they vanished, and the fire was quenched also.

Margaret thought her amazingly frank, but nothing suggested itself in the way of answer, so she remained silent. 'Did you know that your father and my father were friends at Oxford? Lady Maud asked, after a little pause. 'Really? Margaret was surprised. 'When they were undergrads. Your name is Donne, isn't it? Margaret Donne? My father was called Foxwell then. That's our name, you know.

Now, it did chance that they were waked about midnight by a loud voice from the land, crying out, Foxwell, come ashore! three times over; whereupon, looking to see from whence the voice did come, they beheld a great circle of fire on the beach, and men and women dancing about it in a ring. Presently they vanished, and the fire was quenched also.

Hull, the minister of the place, who was a lodger in the house, said he had heard one Foxwell, a reputable planter at Saco, lately deceased, tell of a strange affair that did happen to himself, in a voyage to the eastward. Being in a small shallop, and overtaken by the night, he lay at anchor a little way off the shore, fearing to land on account of the Indians.

I was born at sun-rise, so I'm 'going on' eighteen and can't waste any time!" FOXWELL BAXTER was ordinarily called "Old Foxy" by the boys of the district, and also, it is to be feared, by the men gathered for evening conference at the various taverns, or at one of the rival village stores.

"May God send them the light then," I heard one of the Demdike sisters say to Abby Foxwell. "And soon," said Abby Foxwell, "for I don't know what we'll do a whole day without water, and our powder is about gone." Nothing happened all morning. Not a shot was fired. Only the sun blazed down through the quiet air.

He didn't come into the title till his uncle died, a few years ago. 'But I remember a Mr. Foxwell when I was a child, said Margaret. 'He came to see us at Oxford sometimes. Do you mean to say that he was your father? 'Yes. He is alive, you know tremendously alive! and he remembers you as a little girl, and wants me to bring you to see him. Do you mind very much?

He might fantastically picture her as making herself out of her ancestors, using a free hand, picking and choosing what she liked best, with due care for the effect of combinations; selecting here and there and modifying, if advisable, a trait of Grandpa or Grandma Foxwell, of Great-Uncle or Great-Aunt Baxter; borrowing qualities lavishly from her own gently born and gently bred mother, and carefully avoiding her respected father's Stock, except, perhaps, to take a dash of his pluck and an ounce of his persistence.

Her single braid of hair, the Foxwell hair, that in her was bronze and in Patty pale auburn, was wound once around her fine head and made to stand a little as it went across the front. It was a simple, easy, unconscious fashion of her own, quite different from anything done by other women in her time and place, and it just suited her dignity and serenity.

Who made the butter, and took care of the hens, and dried the apples, and 'drew in' the rugs? Who raised and ground the peppers for sale, and tended the geese that you might sell the feathers? No, father, I don't consider that I'm in your debt!" DEACON FOXWELL BAXTER was completely non-plussed for the first time in his life.