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When the old woman laid down the comb Uarda drew a long breath. "Grandmother," she said, "give me the mirror." The old woman brought a shard of dimly glazed, baked clay. The girl turned to the light, contemplated the undefined reflection for a moment, and said: "I have not seen a flower for so long, grandmother."
Then Old Frank said what he had come to say: "We want to know what you be going to do." And the men nodded grimly. "Get water for the oxen," said Captain Shard, "as the swine won't have rum, and they'll have to work for it, the lazy beasts. Up anchor!" And at the word water a look came into their faces like when some wanderer suddenly thinks of home. "Water!" they said.
His name is Ralph Granger, and he is as plucky as he looks. Your cousin and friend, THEODORE SHARD. To CAPTAIN MARK GARY, Marshall House, Savannah. This seemed flattering enough. As Ralph expressed his thanks, he repressed a fleeting idea that the tone of the letter was most too much that way. Shard shook him by the hand, and was about to retire when he appeared to recollect something.
This went on all day while the mounted Arabs hovered out of range watching what Shard would do; and all the while the oxen were growing fewer, so good a mark were they, until only ten were left, and the ship could manoeuvre no longer. But then they all rode off.
"Since the hour in which the voice of God was heard to utter the words from Sinai, 'I am the Lord thy God, causing the earth to quake and sink into the abyss. I lie here to cover up the abyss." Nevertheless David lifted the shard, and the waters of the abyss rose and threatened to flood the earth.
Shard had sent him to Gary, while Gary, five thousand miles away, was wreaking upon the boy all the hatred inspired by the haters of his family far back in the Southern mountains. At last he raised his head and peered out upon the watery waste. As his gaze swept from one side to the other an exclamation of amazement dropped from his lips and he sprang to his feet.
In 'bus and tram and railway carriage men chuckled over the exquisite humour of that telegram. Leader writers, unbending, referred to it decorously. The funny men on newspaper staffs made jests about it, and the "Oldest Evening Paper" enshrined it in verse: Four long, long hours they pounded hard, Whizz! went the screaming shell Of reeking tube and iron shard There was an awful smell.
Having failed to depose Shard when his plans were open to criticism and he himself scarce knew what to do next it was hardly likely they could do it now; and whatever we think of his past and his way of living we cannot deny that Shard was among the great men of the world. Of defeat by the Arabs he did not feel so sure.
For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord. From Webster's Reply to Hayne, in the United States Senate. Little, Brown and Company, Boston, publishers of "The Great Speeches and Orations of Daniel Webster" Mr.
And then Shard hoisted more sail and they did four knots and by eight bells they were doing four and a half. The spirits of those volatile men rose high, and discipline became perfect. So long as there was wind in the sails and water in the tanks Captain Shard felt safe at least from mutiny. Great men can only be overthrown while their fortunes are at their lowest.
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