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Updated: June 26, 2025
The great barn with its huge beams and fragrant mows of hay the sparkling brook whose shining shallows bathed my naked feet the broad meadow with its fence corners of luscious berries the old schoolhouse, whose desks are impressed with generations of jack-knives! Was there ever so sweet a draught as that which we drew from the shining depths of the old well?
It is eith till, that the awn self will. It is good mows that fills the wemb. It is na time to stoup when the head is off. It is fair in the hall, when beards wag all. It will come in an hour, that will not come in a year. If thou do no ill, do no ill like. If he steal not my kail, break not my dike. If he may spend meikle, put the more to the fire.
She lies and listens to it by the hour; but its speech is dark and gloomy to her, and a dread is on her face, and when her eyes wander over the expanse, they see but a broad stretch of desolation between earth and heaven. Florence she seldom sees, and when she does, is angry with and mows at.
It was established as a colony in 1787, for the express purpose of laboring to civilize the Africans. All the cargoes of the recaptured slavers are taken there, and every comfort and convenience afforded to the unfortunate negroes. But it is so extremely unhealthy that Europeans can scarcely carry out their plans, and death mows them down in the midst of their usefulness."
Then either is man the constructive centre of the world, and its meanings are but his own face looking back upon him from the mirror of his own projected atmosphere, and comfort there is none; or he is not the centre of the world, which yet carries in its forms and colours the aspects of his mind; and then, horror of horrors! is man the one conscious point and object of a vast derision insentient nature grinning at sentient man! rose or saffron, his sky but mocks and makes mows at him; while he himself is the worst mockery of all, being at once that which mocks and that which not only is mocked but writhes in agony under the mockery.
To the barn, the great cavernous barn, its huge doors now wide open, the stalls vacant, the mows empty, the sunlight sifting in through the high shadowy spaces. How much his life had been in that barn! How he had stifled and scrambled mowing hay in those lofts!
You might as well ask him how to know the wild flowers as how to know the lawn pests dandelion, chickweed, summer-grass, heal-all, moneywort and the like with which you must reckon wearily by and by because he only mows them in his blindness and lets them flatten to the ground and scatter their seed like an infantry firing-line.
City districted. Appearance of the East Side of the City. A small Squad of Soldiers chased into a Foundry by the Mob. Fierce Fight between the Mob and Military in Twenty- ninth Street. Soldiers driven from the Ground, leaving a dead Sergeant behind. Captain Putnam sent to bring the Body away. Mows down the Rioters with Canister. Storms the Houses. Utter Rout of the Mob.
It has sixteen feet, the first six of them well developed and constantly in use to draw the slender body in and out of its case. Its head is armed with a formidable pair of jaws, with which, like a scythe, it mows its way through thick and thin. But the case is the most remarkable feature in the history of this caterpillar.
Donald then led Uncle Robert into the barn, where old white Nell stood in her stall. Besides Nell there were three strong Normandies in other stalls, and two stalls that were empty. Mr. Leonard had a very large barn. There was the main floor, running through from the two big rolling doors at either end. The great hay mows on both sides, reached by short ladders, held some of last year's cutting.
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