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Updated: May 26, 2025
The month of March, since it's the equivalent of October in these latitudes, was giving us some fine autumn days. It was the Canadian on this topic he was never mistaken who sighted a baleen whale on the eastern horizon. If you looked carefully, you could see its blackish back alternately rise and fall above the waves, five miles from the Nautilus. "Wow!" Ned Land exclaimed.
Stacy, in alarm, ran and hid in the tent; the others stood their ground, yet not knowing what second they might be caught in what seemed to them to be a great upheaval of nature. "It's an earthquake," shouted Ned Rector. Stacy heard the words in a brief lull. The fat boy burst from his tent yelling like a wild Indian. "An earthquake! Oh, wow, wow, wow! We'll all be shot to pieces. Oh, help!"
He struck at me with his stick, but I caught the blow upon my little shield, and hit back. Wow! I did hit! The skull of Noma met my kerrie, and down he fell dead at my feet. I yelled again, and rushed on at the headman. He threw an assegai, but it missed me, and next second I hit him too. He got up his shield, but I knocked it down upon his head, and over he rolled senseless.
"It will never be more peaceable as long as there are two rival companies fighting for the furs," said Davidson; "but there's worse than that goin' on, for some of the Indians, it seems, are mad at the agreement made between them and Lord Selkirk." "Wow! that iss a peety. Where heard ye that?" "I heard it from La Certe, whose wife Slowfoot, you know, is a Cree Indian.
Come on, fellows!" "I'm not going to run until I find out what that is," insisted Frank. "I'm going to write a newspaper story about this menagerie!" "If you want your story published in this world," Jack cried, "you'd better get under cover, for that's the chant of the head hunters!" "Wow!" cried Frank, and he beat both his chums to the boat. "I guess we've started something!"
The reign of universal peace would begin then, to end no more forever.... Me-e-e-yow-ow-ow-ow fzt! wow!" Hang him, I supposed he was in earnest, and was beginning to be persuaded by him, until he exploded that cat-howl and startled me almost out of my clothes. But he never could be in earnest. He didn't know what it was.
"If you don't like that beanbag eat it. It would do you good. You don't know beans anyway." Then Klingel, without further argument, hit Petey in the eye and laid him out. Wow! Talk about irritating a hornet convention. Klingel was a great little irritator.
As there was no stopping him, the peasant said to him, "Yes, yes, I know quite well that thou art saying, 'wow, wow, wow, because thou wantest some of the meat; but I should fare badly if I were to give it to thee." The dog, however, answered nothing but "wow, wow." "Wilt thou promise not to devour it all then, and wilt thou go bail for thy companions?" "Wow, wow, wow," said the dog.
'Well, you dyvour bankrupt, was the first word, 'have you brought me my rent? 'No, answered my gudesire, 'I have not; but I have brought your honour Sir Robert's receipt for it. 'Wow, sirrah? Sir Robert's receipt! You told me he had not given you one. 'Will your honour please to see if that bit line is right?
Young Griscom, the lawyer, was just emerging from Reifsnyder's barber shop, rubbing his chin contentedly. On the steps he dropped his hand and looked with wide eyes into the crowd. Suddenly he bolted back into the shop. "Wow!" he cried to the parliament; "you ought to see the coon that's coming!" Reifsnyder and his assistant instantly poised their razors high and turned towards the window.
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