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Updated: June 13, 2025
Betsy Jane and the projeny air well. Yours respectively, A. Ward. I had a narrer scape from the sonny South. "The swings and arrers of outrajus fortin," alluded to by Hamlick, warn't nothin in comparison to my trubles. But if I'm confisticated agin I'm fraid I shall continner on in my present benited state for sum time.
But sometimes members git some shock that jars 'em and sends 'em out of the narrer road for quite a spell and they git kinder lost gropin' through the dark shadders of earthly disappointment and sorrow.
It would be much eleganter to keep herself to home " "Oh, don't talk that sort of rot; I hate to hear you." "I must when you talk that kind of well, let us say 'rubbish. 'Rot' is one of our choice terms which hasn't got over to the States yet. You're as opiniated and 'narrer' as the little island itself. What do you know about America, any way? Did you ever see an American in your life, child?"
"Why, my lord, I've been cramped up in this 'ere narrer box for fourteen hours, and the seat's that hard and the back so straight up that now I gets out on it I ain't got a leg to stand on." "I'm sorry for the chair," I said. He was a very thick-set man, and the whole of the jury burst into a laugh. Then he went on, with tears in his eyes,
On the ebb it'll snake you out into the breakers sure as I'm settin' here tellin' you. The cove's all right and good and safe; but keep away from the narrer part of the crick."
Why, ye couldn't hire some o' these Cape Cod females to get into a boat. Their men for generations was drowned and more'n forty per cent. of the stones in the churchyards along the coast, sacred to the mem'ry of the men of the fam'lies, have on 'em: 'Lost at sea. "Can't blame the women. Old Ella Coffin that lives on Narrer P'int over yonder ain't been to the main but once't in fifteen years.
Then he turned down the legs of his trousers, and carefully examined the lank green carpet-bag he had been carrying. "I guess I trailed it through some o' the drifts," he remarked. "The road's pretty narrer, this season o' the year." "You give us a real start," said Susan. "We thought be sure 'twas Solomon, an' mebbe the Queen o' Sheba follerin' arter.
"War's begun, but it wouldn't be etiquette for us to interfere. What are you saying, my child?" "Nothin', Sir, only only I don't think the Guard will be able to come through on so narrer a front, Sir. They'll all be jammed up be'ind the ridge if we've got there in time. It's awful sticky for guns at the end of our ground, Sir." "I'm inclined to think you're right, Moltke.
Stumpton was a great tall man, narrer in the beam, and with a figgerhead like a henhawk. He enjoyed himself here at the Cape. He fished, and loafed, and shot at a mark. He sartinly could shoot. The only thing he was wishing for was something alive to shoot at, and Brown had promised to take him out duck shooting.
"Ef they hed kem down whilst I war a-goin' up, I'd hev been flung plumb down ter the bottom o' the valley, 'kase this ledge air too narrer ter hev cotched me." He glanced down at the sombre depths beneath. "Thar wouldn't hev been enough left of me ter pick up on a shovel!" he exclaimed, with a tardy realization of his foolish recklessness. The next moment a mortal terror seized him.
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