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When tired he rested on a watch-stub, while his mate made a battering-ram of herself and kept up the work. In a remarkably short time they had a foothold and proceeded to dig themselves in out of sight. Kingfisher's tunnel is so narrow that he cannot turn around in it. His straight, strong bill loosens the earth; his tiny feet throw it out behind.
He was there that day, sitting on the limb of a birch-tree, watching for fishes, and when OLD-man came near to Kingfisher's tree, crying like an old woman, it tickled the Fisher so much that he laughed that queer, chattering laugh. "OLD-man heard him and Ho! but he was angry. He looked about to see who was laughing at him and that made Kingfisher laugh again, longer and louder than before.
Boone Culpepper held an invincible blockade of his neighbors, and the progress and improvement he despised granting only, after a royal fashion, occasional license, revocable at pleasure, in the shape of tolls, which amply supported him, with the game he shot in his kingfisher's eyrie on the Marsh.
Once more I repeat it, never travel alone, and above all, never go to Venice alone and without love! For young married people in their honeymoon, or a pair of lovers, the gondola is a floating boudoir, a nest upon the waters like a kingfisher's. But for one who is sad, and who stretches himself upon the sombre cushions of the bark, the gondola is a tomb.
A long hungry sniff of the rank fishy odor that pours out of a kingfisher's den, a keen look all around to be sure the old birds were not returning, and he vanished like a shadow. "There is one brood of kingfishers the less," I thought, with my glasses focused on the hole. But scarcely was the thought formed, when a fierce rumbling clatter sounded in the bank.
Hope's reply was a clear, ringing, irresistible laugh. Then she said, "It's high time I went to balls, I see. I will go to Mrs. Kingfisher's. But, dear aunt, have you seriously believed such a story?" "Do I think my son is a liar?" replied Mrs. Dinks, sardonically. The laugh faded from Hope's face. "Did he say so?" asked she. "Certainly he did." "Alfred Dinks told you I was engaged to him?"
Except for this mark, recognizable almost as far as the bird could be distinguished at all, he looked exactly like our common New England towhee. Somewhere behind me was a kingfisher's rattle, and from a savanna in the same direction came the songs of meadow larks; familiar, but with something unfamiliar about them at the same time, unless my ears deceived me.
'I was only looking for a kingfisher's nest: indeed now, I was, Paul Tregarva. 'Don't lie, you were setting night-lines. I saw a minnow lie on the bank as I came up. Don't lie; I hate liars. 'Well indeed, then a man must live somehow. 'You don't seem to live by this trade, my friend, quoth Lancelot; 'I cannot say it seems a prosperous business, by the look of your coat and trousers.
"You droll Uncle Lawrence, aren't you ashamed of yourself?" It was an astuter young Napoleon than Uncle Lawrence knew. Even then and there, in Mrs. Kingfisher's ball-room, had Fanny Newt resolved how to carry her Mantua by a sudden coup. "My dear Alfred, I am glad to see you. You may kiss me carefully, carefully!" Mr. Alfred Dinks therewith kissed lips upon his return from Boston.
I never saw such blues before: electric-blue and deep, seething navy blue, flecked with foam and silver spray; calm lapis-lazuli blue; a sort of greeny, mummy-case blue; flashing, silk-shot blue, like a kingfisher's feathers. Sometimes the sea was as calm as a mill-pond, and you could see down and down and down.
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