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Updated: June 9, 2025
For the greater part of a month we remained in the bay; and now the fish becoming scarce, and the summer drawing to a conclusion, with a fair breeze we made sail to the southward. I spoke of our having passed Lancaster Sound, a short way to the south of which Pond's Bay is situated.
Womanhood was debased and held down in the way all too familiar always and everywhere. And a moral outcast ranks lowest in influence. But true love discerns the possible lily in the black slime bulb at the pond's bottom and woos it into blossoming flower, till its purity and beauty greet our delighted eyes.
"Gone," said the captain. "Ashore?" cried Huish. "O, I say! I'd 'a gone too." "Would you?" said the captain. "Yes, I would," replied Huish. "I like Attwater. 'E's all right; we got on like one o'clock when you were gone. And ain't his sherry in it, rather? It's like Spiers and Pond's Amontillado! I wish I 'ad a drain of it now." He sighed.
The cascade through the cellar-windows diminished. 'It's dropping, Rhoda cried, as she returned. 'It's only tricklin' into my cellars now. 'Wait a minute. I believe I believe I can see the scraper on the edge of the drive just showing! In another ten minutes the drive itself roughened and became gravel again, tilting all its water towards the shrubbery. 'The pond's gone past, Rhoda announced.
Trabue's men, catching sight of the blue uniform of Pond's Louisiana regiments, fired upon them. This being silenced, Pond's brigade continued down the ravine, and up a lateral ravine toward the river, Colonel Mouton's Eighteenth Louisiana in advance. As they neared the position the battery withdrew, unmasking a line of infantry. A murderous fire was opened by this line.
"Look here, these are my old nets with which we drag the hammer pond, and catch the carp and tench; great golden fellows they are, some of them; but the worst of it is the pond's so deep that the fish dive under the net and escape." "And those which do not," said the lad sadly, "you take in that net and make prisoners of them. Poor things! And what good are they to you when you have caught them?"
'Oh, she's dead! she's dead! What shall we do? Mrs. Peterkin cried, wringing her hands, and walking about excitedly. 'Do? Peterkin yelled. 'Hold your yawp, and stop floppin' round like a hen with her head cut off! She ain't dead. She's fainted. Bring some camfire, or alcohol, or hartshorn, or Pond's Extract, or something for her to smell. 'Yes, yes; but where are they? Mrs.
It was this morning, and 'Liza had Helen in the bath-tub bathing her, and I went into the nursery a moment, and Zaidee was in bed, and she said her leg hurt her, and 'Liza was going to rub it with 'Pond's Extrap, that's what she calls Pond's Extract, you know," taking breath, "and I only meant to help 'Liza, really and truly. So I took down the bottle and began to rub Zaidee's legs.
The form of bicycle he rode long ago became antiquated, but in the humor of his pleasantry is a quality which does not grow old. I thought the matter over, and concluded I could do it. So I went down a bought a barrel of Pond's Extract and a bicycle. The Expert came home with me to instruct me. We chose the back yard, for the sake of privacy, and went to work.
You see Pond and Backus had a little quarrel about some potatoes Pond sold him, and Pond got mad, and told Backus he lied. Backus is rather hasty, and doubled up his fist, and put it near Pond's nose, and insinuated that if he said that again he would knock him down."
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