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At Greenville, Mississippi, a voice from the landing shouted "The 'Pennsylvania' is blown up just below Memphis, at Ship Island. One hundred and fifty lives lost!" It proved a true report. At six o'clock that warm mid-June morning, while loading wood, sixty miles below Memphis, four out of eight of the Pennsylvania's boilers had suddenly exploded, with fearful results.
The whole affair, among the ships in Thames mouth, was over in a month's time, from mid-May to mid-June, so quickly that the enemy had little chance to seize the advantage.
By mid-June the crop in the bottom-land was knee-high, while that nourished by the field over which Sydney had stumbled on the top of Buck Mountain was only half as tall. Bud Yarebrough and Pink Pressley were hoeing among stalks half-way between these heights on the upland slopes of the Baron's farm, whose cultivable land they had hired for the season.
Why should he leave her where she was? Leave her to profane herself and all womanhood in the arms of a man she hated? And on that day of mid-June, when he received her telegram, it was as if he had been handed the key of Paradise. Would she could she mean to come away with him that very night? He would prepare for that at all events.
He returned to London at mid-June, and on the second day after his arrival befell an incident which was to control the rest of his life. Busy with the pictures in the Grosvenor Gallery, he heard himself addressed in a familiar voice, and on turning he was aware of Mr Carter, resplendent in fashionable summer attire, and accompanied by a young lady of some charms.
Paul, observing these symptoms with tender interest, attributed them all to her condition, and assumed that they were natural. But one evening in mid-June an incident happened which for a time gave him genuine concern.
Ethel Lord has learned truly the infinitely rich possibilities of our nerves when we make them our friends. For four heart-breaking years, the strife of a nation at war with itself had spread desolation and sorrow broadcast. The fighting ceased in April. One mid-June day following, the town folk and those from countrysides far and near met on the ample grounds of a bride-to-be.
Slave Lake, however, was still, in mid-June, under the spell of winter, its surface obstructed with drifting ice. In attempting to cross the lake the frail birch-bark canoes ran a great risk of being crushed between the ice floes.
They say his father's all sorts of a millionaire. Hope he doesn't get smashed up or run over somebody." "He's a good-natured fool," commented Lane. "But you can't help liking him, after all. Now let's get back to business." It was Commencement week in mid-June at the old country academy nestled among the New England hills.
Other years, by the time the mid-June days were come, the little brook that sang through John McIntyre's pasture-field had shrunk to a mere jeweled thread of golden pools and silver shallows, with here and there only the bleached pebbles to mark its course. But this summer was of a new and wonderful variety.
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