Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Nothing can be more picturesque than the spectacle of an old grapevine, with almost a trunk of its own, clinging round its tree, imprisoning within its strong embrace the friend that supported its tender infancy, converting the tree wholly to its own selfish ends, as seemingly flexible natures are apt to do, stretching out its innumerable arms on every bough, and allowing hardly a leaf to sprout except its own.
"Winder," says General D.H. Hill, "thought that we ought to pursue into the woods, on the right of the Grapevine Bridge road; but not knowing the position of our friends, nor what Federal reserves might be awaiting us in the woods, I thought it advisable not to move on. General Lawton concurred with me. I had no artillery to shell the woods in front, as mine had not got through the swamp.
After this queer action had ceased, as sunset was approaching, and all quiet at Bottom's Bridge, we moved up stream and crossed Grapevine Bridge, repaired by Jackson earlier in the day. Darkness fell as we bivouacked on the low ground south of the river. A heavy rain came down, converting the ground into a lake, in the midst of which a half-drowned courier, with a dispatch, was brought to me.
I never before had seen a moth caterpillar that was red and I decided it must be rare. As there was a wild grapevine growing over the east side of the Cabin, and another on the windmill, food of the right kind would be plentiful, so I instantly decided to take the caterpillar home. It was of the specimens that I consider have almost `thrust themselves upon me.
Fresh reports of Longstreet's advance They are unfounded Grant's wish to rid the valley of the enemy Conference with Foster Necessity for further recuperation of the army Continuance of the quiet policy Longstreet's view of the situation His suggestions to his government He makes an advance again Various demonstrations Schofield moves against Longstreet My appointment as chief of staff in the field Organization of the active column Schofield's purposes March to Morristown Going the Grand Rounds Cavalry outpost A sleepy sentinel Return to New Market Once more at Morristown Ninth Corps sent East Grant Lieutenant-General Sherman commands in the West Study of plans of campaign My assignment to Third Division, Twenty-third Corps Importance of staff duties Colonel Wherry and Major Campbell General Wood Schofield and the politicians Post at Bull's Gap Grapevine telegraph Families going through the lines Local vendetta The Sanitary Commission Rendezvous assigned by Sherman Preliminary movements Marching to Georgia A spring camp on the Hiwassee The Atlanta campaign begun.
At this writing, news comes to us of the partial failure of the grape crop in some of the vineyards of southern France, and also that, following out the results of late experiences, the old vines are to be replaced by the introduction of California varieties. The grapevine does not seem adapted to tropical climes.
The professor stood aside, for he realized that, when Yates called him by his last name, matters were serious. "Now, old chucklehead, perhaps you would like to try that again." "I kin do it a dozen times, if ye aint satisfied. There aint no Yank ever raised on pumpkin pie that can stand ag'in that grapevine twist." "Try the grapevine once more."
Poor place to live on this island Nothing grown, but a grapevine I found on the beach; will take care of it; it means grapes, and grapes mean juice, and it's been a long time between drinks Ham is quite useful now; takes a deep interest in the vine and helps me 'tend it. Month later. Grapevine is doing well. Four months later. Grapes appearing. Two months later.
That being over, the Indian, Meotona, pointed to a swinging-chair, built for me out of the wealth of grapevine. It was cushioned with the velvet of the buffalo-grass. "Tell me how to thank him," I said to Saul. Meotona immediately replied, "Me no thank, him," pointing to Saul.
Vinie, shy and pink and faintly pretty in her shell calico, leaned against the wooden railing beneath the grapevine, and appealed to her visitor: "I'm always after Tom to make him say he'll run. Tom can do a great deal with him he always could. I reckon all his friends want him to take the nomination. But Tom says he has a bigger thing in mind " "Who? Tom?" "No, ma'am. Mr. Rand. I forgot!
Word Of The Day