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You can almost hear it the fulfillment of Isaiah's old prophecy the lonely "hoo-hoo-hoo" of the turtle dove; and the lonelier cry of the eagle circling, circling round the empty doors of the upper cliffs!
He was a hard case and a bad lot, and 'tis no good honest folk like you and me putting a man into the straight road if he won't bide in it." And the owl he goes "Hoo-hoo-hoo!" laughing like. Two full years passed afore the end of my tale. The new Squire did very wisely, and was highly thought upon.
"Am I never to have a glimpse of that treasure? Am I never, never to read your diary?" she asked. The Doge drew his tufted eyebrows together in utter astonishment. "What! What, Mary! Why, Mary, I might preach a lesson on the folly of feminine curiosity. Do you think I would ask to see your diary?" "But I don't keep one." "Hoo-hoo-hoo!"
Wherever you find pools in the Desert, there the Desert silence is broken by life; unbroken range ponies trotting back and forward for a drink, blue jays and bluebirds flashing phantoms in the sunlight, the wild doves fluttering in flocks and sounding their mournful "hoo-hoo-hoo."
Hutton speaks of it as hoo-hoo-hoo. Scully syllabises it as till-low, till-low, till-low. Perhaps the best description of the note is that it is a mournful wailing, pee-yu, pee-yu, pee-yu. Some like the note, and consider it both striking and pleasant. Others would leave out the second adjective. Not a few regard the cry as the reverse of pleasant, and consider the bird a nuisance.
And right in his path, where his feet must go, I'd put the tin canister. 'Twas dry again, and flashed in the moonlight so bright that he couldn't miss it nohow. Still as a mouse I waited for him, and just over my head hooted an owl. "Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" he shouted out; and another, long ways off, answered to him. What should I say? was the question in my mind while I waited for Mr.
I inform him that we want to put up the horses and to hire a carriage to take us back to Farleigh Hall. Where can we do that? "Is it far to Underbridge?" The peasant repeats, "Var to Oonderbridge?" and laughs at the question. "Hoo-hoo-hoo!" "Will you gi' oi a drap of zyder?" I courteously bend my head, and point to the shilling. The agricultural intelligence exerts itself.
He took from his pocket a scroll of parchment tied with a black ribbon, and having carefully unrolled it, he proceeded to read as follows: "'A Good Man is One who is Never Bad. How's that, eh? Fine thought, what? 'Therefore, in order to be Good, you must avoid those Things which are Evil. Oh, hoo-hoo-hoo! how clever!
First Mister Champernowne catched sight of the canister and stood still, as if the sight had froze him; then the bird shouted, and I had to wait for him to shut up afore I had my say. "Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" went the owl. Then, the moment he stopped, I spoke, very loud and slow. "Don't you do it, or else you'll rue it!" I said.
Oh, sir dear, sir dear, sir dear hoo-hoo-hoo." "Did she send no message, good or bad, before I lay on?" "Oh, not a word, sir, only that my father killed a pig yestherday, and he wants you to go up to-day at dinner-time." "It's time to get lave it isn't, it is it isn't, it is," etc.
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