Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Donna's hot tears fell fast on his face as she leaned over and kissed the death-damp from his brow. "Oh-thank you" he gasped. "Bob take off my shoes I don't want to die with my boots on. New gaiters too give 'em to Sam Singer. Good Injun that." The sun had set behind the Tehachapis now, and twilight was stealing over San Pasqual. It was time for Mr. Hennage to be on his way.
His desperate attempt to found a rival government by the partial dismemberment of the one he had helped to establish was thwarted, and after years of poverty and misfortune abroad, he returned to die in neglect and obscurity in his own country. As was truly said: "He was the last of his race; there was no kindred hand to smooth his couch, or wipe the death-damp from his brow.
Word Of The Day