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I quote here the manner in which their questions, respecting the affair at Ball's Bluff, were answered by the Secretary of war.
Often they had to fight their way before they could take specimens. On one occasion Ball was prospecting in a region hitherto uninvaded by the white man. He was attacked by a large body of hostile savages and a pitched battle followed. In informal Congo history this engagement is known as "The Battle of Ball's Run," although Ball did no running.
Their claws were as long as Chinamen's nails, and the hair grew over their pads, and they had red eyes and were always sick, and she had to dose them with medicine, and call them her poor, little, 'weeny-teeny, sicky-wicky doggies. Bah! I got disgusted with her. When I left her, I ran away to her niece's, Miss Ball's.
Within three months, his lifeless body, riddled by Rebel rifle balls, was borne away from the fatal field of Ball's Bluff away, amid the lamentations of a Nation away, across land and ocean to lie beside his brave friend Broderick, on that Lone Mountain whose solemn front looks out upon the calm Pacific. He had not lived in vain.
Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about that. After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time. Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax. Met him pike hoses she called it till I told her about the transmigration. O rocks!
I know nothing about him." Here one of the shopmen came up to his master, and said, "I heard Mr. Ball's own man yesterday accuse this very boy of taking a loaf from his cart." "Yesterday!" thought Clare; "it seems a week ago!" "Oh! this is the boy, is it?" said the baker. "You see I didn't know him! All the same, I don't believe he took the loaf." "Indeed I didn't, sir!
In addition to the account given of this extraordinary volcanic event, it seems desirable to give Sir Robert S. Ball's description of it in his recent work, "The Earth's Beginnings." While repeating to some extent what we have already said, it is worthy, from its freshness of description and general readability, of a place here. "Until the year 1883 few had ever heard of Krakatoa.
"Wh-what's the row?" he asked sleepily. "You," answered Outfield. "You've been yelling '4, 9; 5, 7; 8, 6' for half an hour. What's the matter with you, anyhow?" "The signals," muttered Joel, turning sleepily over, "that's a run around left end by left half-back. And don't forget to start when the ball's snapped. And jump high if you're blocked. And don't forget to " Snore snore!
When he spoke of the girl John Ball's eyes would glow feverishly and her name would fall from him in a moaning sob. For as yet returning reason had not placed the hand of age upon him. It was as if he was awakening from a deep sleep, and Dolores, his young wife, had been with him but a few hours before. There came another break in John Ball's life after this.
On our way to the ferry we crossed the famous battle-field of Ball's Bluff, where Colonel Baker and many of his gallant Californians became an early and costly sacrifice to the cause of the Union. On reaching the river we found the two pontoon bridges over which already a large portion of our army had passed on before us. They had been much retarded by the heavy rains and mud.
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