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Trundle caught the words just as he was going up the fore-ladder, and though he could not just then take his pipe from his mouth to utter a retort, he gave a fierce look with one of his ferrety eyes, which showed that he acknowledged himself deeply in his messmate's debt. His pipe sounded more shrill than usual, as he could not give any other vent to his feelings.
There is no room for a boy to swing round. There is no good place in town to fly a kite, or trundle a hoop, or even shout without people's throwing up the window to see who is killed. The holidays are robbed of half their life because some wiseacre will persist in telling him who Santa Claus is, while yet he is hanging up his first pair of stockings.
He raised the latch and six men crashed their way through the door. John Brown led the assault. He held a dim lantern in his hand which he lifted above his head, as he surveyed the room. He kept his own face in shadow. With a smothered cry, the mother backed against the trundle bed instinctively covering the sleeping figures of the girls.
"I have had more experience in these seas than you, young gentlemen, and the slightest want of care may send such a craft as this to the bottom!" he observed. Without a word, they set to work to pump and bale. Even Trundle grew serious.
She had read somewhere that 'all earnest, pure, unselfish men who lived their lives well, helped to form the hero God let none of them be wasted. A thousand unrecorded patriots helped to make Wellington. It seemed to her Wellington had the best of it. 'Help me git dressed, P'liney, demanded Lemuel, her youngest step-brother, from his trundle bed.
It was like being daped above the Pit at the end of an uncoiled solar plexus. Even Pyecroft held his breath. "It ain't fair! It ain't fair!" our guest moaned. "You're makin' me sick." "What an ungrateful blighter he is!" said Pyecroft. "Money couldn't buy you a run like this ... Do it well overboard!" "We'll just trundle up the Forest and drop into the Park Row, I think," said Kysh.
"A magnificent idea," exclaimed Trundle, as soon as we called a halt. "We'll surprise and capture the place and hold it for the King of England. You'll be made governor, Braithwaite, to a certainty." "To be turned out by the first French privateer which enters the harbour to be thrown into prison and perhaps shot. Thank you," said I, "I would rather not."
I read this: I don't suppose Bock or Peg get lonely, but by the bones of Ben Gunn, I do. Seems silly when Herrick and Hans Andersen and Tennyson and Thoreau and a whole wagonload of other good fellows are riding at my back. I can hear them all talking as we trundle along. But books aren't a substantial world after all, and every now and then we get hungry for some closer, more human relationships.
When the fire died down people took some of the ashes home with them, either to keep them in the house as a preservative against thunder or to scatter them on the fields for the purpose of destroying corn-cockles and darnel. In Poitou also it used to be customary on the Eve of St. John to trundle a blazing wheel wrapt in straw over the fields to fertilise them.
In Poitou also it used to be customary on the Eve of St. John to trundle a blazing wheel wrapt in straw over the fields to fertilize them. This last custom is said to be now extinct, but it is still usual, or was so down to recent years, in Poitou to kindle fires on this day at cross-roads or on the heights.
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