Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 7, 2025
Already the apparatus to which was contrasted Lieutenant Larson's mercury tubes, had acted, and the Abaris, which had dipped, when all the passengers collected on one side, had now resumed her level keel again, showing that the gyroscope had worked so far at any rate. "Now we'll give her a trial," called Mr. Vardon. "All ready, come over on the run, and throw her around, Dick!"
Perry Larson's whole self had become suddenly alert. "In the field 'Way over there. And somebody " "The cornfield! Jingo! Boy, you don't mean you touched THAT crow?" "Well, he wouldn't let me TOUCH him," half-apologized David. "He was so afraid, you see. Why, I had to put my blouse over his head before he'd let me cut him loose at all." "Cut him loose!" Perry Larson sprang to his feet.
At any rate preparations for building the craft, in an unused part of Uncle Ezra's woolen mill at Dankville, went on apace. I say apace, and yet I must change that. Uncle Ezra, with his usual "closeness" regarding money, rather hampered Larson's plans. "What do you reckon an airship ought to cost?" Mr. Larabee had asked when he first decided he would undertake it.
Walker was trailing his high-heeled boots through the dust across the street from Dolan's toward the big store. If he saw Bob he gave no sign of knowing him. The two friends passed into the hotel. They performed the usual rites of internal and external ablutions. They returned to the bar, hooked their heels, and swapped with Mike the news of the day. "Hear Larson's bought the K T brand.
She sat down on a bench to unlace her shoes and looked straight into Olga Larson's face a face sunken with a despair that turned Rose cold all over. The tearless tragic eyes were staring, without recognition, straight into Rose's own. It must be with faces like this that people mounted the rails on the high bridge in Lincoln Park, intent on leaving a world that had become intolerable.
It was now Larson's turn and he stepped to the mark with a quick, earnest air. He realized that he must do his best if he expected to beat Tom. Jackson had picked up the hammer and he it was who had handed the article to Tom. As Larson swung the hammer on high Tom cried out quickly: "Stop!" "What's the matter with you?" cried Jackson uglily. "I want Captain Putnam to examine that hammer."
The stores were closed, and only the tavern was open, and here were congregated a number of men who had but lately joined the Confederate ranks. "What is the matter?" asked Mrs. Ruthven of one of the men. "Another battle is on," was the answer. "We are going to drive the Yanks out of this neighborhood." "Another battle!" cried Jack. "Where?" "They are fighting over near Larson's Corners.
She tried to be more astonished and indignant over Olga Larson's part in this affair than she really felt. It seemed so horribly cynical not to be surprised. But it was not cynicism; just an unconscious understanding of the fundamental processes of Olga's mind.
The instant they stepped from the car, Matt Larson's eyes swept the platform, alighting with a pleased expression on the figure of a wiry, alert-looking boy of perhaps eighteen, who stepped forward silently, quickly, and laid his hand in Larson's, outstretched to greet him. The boy was Indian through and through, with a fine, thin, copper-colored face, and eyes of very rare beauty.
Though Larry did not dare take his eyes from the bully, Tom and the cowboys looked to see who was taking a hand in the affair. They beheld a quiet-looking little man pointing a finger at the leader of the ruffians. "I can't arrest you for driving off Jim Larson's cattle because we're in Oklahoma," continued the determined stranger. "But if I ever get my hand on you in Texas it'll go hard with you!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking