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Updated: May 12, 2025
I'll cough again although it hurts me to do it." He coughed thrice, but instead of a response in kind, three sharp whistles came from the trees at the left. "What's that?" he gasped. "Has he forgotten the signal?" "Maybe he is trying to cough," said Hooker, "and can't do any better than wheeze. It's this rotten weather." "No, it was a whistle. Good Heavens, Anne it may be detectives."
"Do you think do you think, perhaps, he has been sufficiently rewarded for washing his own face, now? Because, you see, I have callers on my porch." "Mercy gracious I see 'em! I'll go right an' stop Carruthers! That's what Stefana said that we'd ought to remember you wasn't in Europe now." "I think I could hear steam whistles there!" Miss Theodosia smiled.
"Whenever you've got time to show me about where they're at." "It will be a pleasure. I can tell where they are, but they're too high for me to reach. Wherever the wind whistles there's a hole in the atmosphere. And there are places where the air just quivers, so you can see it. That is the shock those bold, bad men gave it with the words they used. They used words, Mr. Green!
"It is only the wind that whistles in my teeth," said the Poor Thing, "and there is no life in me to keep it out." So they came to the little isle of sheep, where the surf burst all about it in the midst of the sea, and it was all green with bracken, and all wet with dew, and the moon enlightened it.
Then the screeching of five shrill whistles smote upon the summer stillness, the wheels came to an abrupt stop, and the five riders dismounted at a flying leap at the very edge of Colonel Witham's porch.
The river itself was not nearly so broad or noble, but it was not without beauty.... More oblivious of my surroundings than I had been before, I boarded The Post Boy, a stern wheeler, and in a few minutes she blew the most musical of whistles and we were off.... The vision of hills and prairies around me harmonized with the dreamy sensations that filled my heavy head and tired body.
In my opinion, we might all draw more good from it than we do, and suffer less evil, if we would take care not to give too much for whistles. For to me it seems that most of the unhappy people we meet with are become so by neglect of that caution. You ask what I mean? You love stories, and will excuse my telling one of myself.
Beyond the wall that bordered their house was a little brown path, and down this path, even as he watched, a company of cows were slowly wandering along. Already they were flapping their ears lazily in anticipation of the flies, and the boy who was driving them was whistling as one only whistles on a summer morning.
"A pretty character to bear," the trooper growls with a hasty oath as he strides downstairs. "A threatening, murderous, dangerous fellow!" And looking up, he sees the clerk looking down at him and marking him as he passes a lamp. This so intensifies his dudgeon that for five minutes he is in an ill humour. But he whistles that off like the rest of it and marches home to the shooting gallery.
So exhausted that he could scarcely move, Phobar blinked his eyes open to brilliant daylight in the chill of a November Indian summer noon. The sun shone radiant in the heavens; off in the distance he heard a pandemonium of bells and whistles. Wearily he noticed that there were no flame-paths in the sky.
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