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Updated: June 28, 2025


"Ohe!" said Venning, "that was also wise. The old village stood on low ground, the new village is on high ground." "And a tall man sees over the head of a small one," she answered, with a scornful laugh. "Wait, mother of wisdom. If the enemy secured the gates and flooded the valley, which would be safer the village on low ground, or the village on a hill?" "Yoh! It is strong medicine."

The people were scattered like goats before the lion. Many were taken by the men-robbers, and many were slain; and among them my father. "The chief's wife, my mother, fled with me into the Great Forest. Many days she lived on roots, and the 'little people' found her in her wanderings. They took her by crooked paths far from the land of her people. Ohe!

You know how the drums speak?" His face clouded, and his eyes flashed against their foil of tattooing. "'Ohe te pepe! Ohe te pepe! Ohe te pepe! said the drum called Peepee. 'Titiutiuti! Titiutiuti! said the drum called Umi. Aue! Then the warriors came! They stood in the High Place at the head of the valley. Mehitete, the chief, spoke to them.

But his ignorance of the neighbouring topography was too great a handicap to be overcome; and now that Labertouche had gone, he was without a friendly, guiding hand. He could but deliver himself into the hands of the enemy and do what he might thereafter. He lifted his voice and called: "Ohe, Dulla Dad!"

From time to time, a sharp and vibrating voice pierced the general clamor. "Ohe! Mahiet Baliffre! Is she to be hung yonder?" "Fool! t'is here that she is to make her apology in her shift! the good God is going to cough Latin in her face! That is always done here, at midday. If 'tis the gallows that you wish, go to the Greve." "I will go there, afterwards." "Tell me, la Boucanbry?

The money was paid at evening, all silver, in great carts, and thus Ganesh did his work. 'Nathu! Ohe Nathu! A woman was calling in the dusk by the door of the courtyard. The child began to wriggle. 'That is my mother, it said. 'Go then, littlest, answered Gobind; 'but stay a moment. He ripped a generous yard from his patchwork-quilt, put it over the child's shoulders, and the child ran away.

If he had a pen in his hand, the follet of Molière rode it. Mr. Thomas Emmett, that famous Yorkshire cricketer, has spoken words of gold: "I was always happy as long as I was bowling." Stevenson, I think, was almost always happy when he was writing, when the instrument of his art was in his fingers. Ohé, les Psychologues!

Again the slim-waisted shape of the old wife ventured forth into the room. "Yes, as he says" in a voice that was but an echo "the church has been down many times." "Tais-toi c'est moi qui parle," grumbled anew her husband, giving the withered face a terrific scowl. "Ohe, oui, c'est toi," the echo bleated. The thin hands meekly folded themselves across her apron.

At the sound of the heavy plop alongside horror held me rooted to the spot; but Dominic stepped quietly to the rail and leaned over, waiting for his nephew's miserable head to bob up for the first time. "Ohe, Cesar!" he yelled contemptuously to the spluttering wretch. "Catch hold of that mooring hawser charogne!" He approached me to resume the interrupted conversation. "What about Cesar?"

Two or three carts passed, jingling out to the suburbs; a coughing policeman and a hurrying foot-passenger or two who sang to keep off evil spirits. Then rapped the shod feet of a horse. 'Ah! This is more like Mahbub, thought Kim, as the beast shied at the little head above the culvert. 'Ohe', Mahbub Ali, he whispered, 'have a care!

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