Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
"Shon McGann, it is for you to make the sign of the Cross . . . there, while I put my hand on your shoulder so!" "Your hand is heavy, Pierre." "This is the sight of the eyes that see. In the Valley there is snow; in the snow of all that was, there is one poppet-head of the mine that was called St. Gabriel . . . upon the poppet-head there is the figure of a woman." "Ah!" "She does not move "
The character of the diggings was changing before his very eyes. Nowadays, except on an outlying muddy flat or in the hands of the retrograde Chinese, tubs, cradles, and windlasses were rarely to be met with. Engine-sheds and boiler-houses began to dot the ground; here and there a tall chimney belched smoke, beside a lofty poppet-head or an aerial trolley-line.
"She went to watch for someone coming, and as she watched, the avalanche came and she moves not." "Do we know that woman?" "Who can tell?" "What was it you whispered soft to yourself, then, Pierre?" "I whispered no word." "There, don't you hear it, soft and sighin'? . . . Nathalie!" "'Mon Dieu! It is not of the world." "It's facin' the poppet-head where she stands I'd be."
"Shon McGann, it is for you to make the sign of the Cross... there, while I put my hand on your shoulder so!" "Your hand is heavy, Pierre." "This is the sight of the eyes that see. In the Valley there is snow; in the snow of all that was, there is one poppet-head of the mine that was called St. Gabriel... upon the poppet-head there is the figure of a woman." "Ah!" "She does not move "
Him they besought; and when spring came they set forth to Lonely Valley again that the woman and the smothered dead if it might chance so should be put away into peaceful graves. But thither coming they only saw a grey and churlish river; and the poppet-head of the mine of St.
Him they besought; and when spring came they set forth to Lonely Valley again that the woman and the smothered dead if it might chance so should be put away into peaceful graves. But thither coming they only saw a grey and churlish river; and the poppet-head of the mine of St.
"She went to watch for someone coming, and as she watched, the avalanche came and she moves not." "Do we know that woman?" "Who can tell?" "What was it you whispered soft to yourself, then, Pierre?" "I whispered no word." "There, don't you hear it, soft and sighin'?... Nathalie!" "'Mon Dieu! It is not of the world." "It's facin' the poppet-head where she stands I'd be."
Over a pulley or wheel on the top of this there is passed a wire-rope cable fastened on the seaward side to the buoy, and on the landward side to the machinery in the engine-house. The whole arrangement in fact is very similar in appearance to the "poppet-head" and surface buildings that may be seen at any well-equipped mine.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking