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The illuminated border she had traced round the page that held these notes took the place of the words they seemed to be aching for. Above, a long, monotonous sweep of waves, leaden-hued, anxious and jaded and sullen, if you can imagine such an expression in water. On one side an Alpine needle, as it were, of black basalt, girdled with snow. On the other a threaded waterfall.

Winslow and Mr. Hopkins, with Squantum as guide and interpreter, set forward on their journey. It was a warm and sunny day, and with cheerful spirits the party threaded the picturesque trails of the Indians through the forest. These trails were paths through the wilderness through which the Indians had passed for uncounted centuries.

Slowly and sadly meanwhile had the hours of their weary pilgrimage passed for the poor wanderers, and little did they imagine, as they threaded the most intricate paths of the borders of Scotland, that they were objects of persecution and pursuit.

I hold on as tightly as I can." But all the machinery began to squeal and abuse the nut so violently that he felt very sad and began to doubt himself. "Maybe I am useless," he thought. He appealed to the shaft he was threaded onto. "Look, kid," the shaft told him, "I've got plenty of other parts holding on to me. I shouldn't have to support you, too."

Perhaps they slept, or perhaps they were absent; I do not know to this day. We started, and in solemn silence threaded our way down the windings of the cave, extinguishing our torches as soon as we saw light at its inland outlet. At a few paces from its mouth stood a sentry.

She threaded a needle with pink silk. "Is Brookville a very poor village?" Fanny inserted her pink-threaded needle into the square of linen. "What," she inquired with gravity, "is the past tense of bust?" "I am in earnest." "So am I. But I know a minister is never supposed to know about such a word as bust, even if he is bust two-thirds of is life. I'll tell you.

"Never mind; I prefer the short cut, be it what it may. Time is every thing to me." We passed through the shop, threaded a narrow entry, opened a back-door, which gave upon a strip of paved yard, leading in turn to a back-gate, through which we emerged into a dark and dirty-looking alley. But first the work of unlocking a padlock, which confined a chain, had to be effected, and, while Mr.

As the party threaded their way through the strange gathering, hails constantly reached them. "Where you from?" "Hello, Georgians!" "Say, you're too late for the California." "You needn't hurry, misters." "How's the trail?" "Oh, misters! Got a ticket to San Francisco?" And so forth, and so forth.

I know it is narrow-minded, but I have a prejudice against a black and white check suit, and a red necktie threaded through a gold ring. "Against the rules?" he asked, holding up his cigar, a very good one, on which he had retained the band. "By no means," said I, "we smoke all over the house." "Tiptop!" He looked around the hall. "You seem to have a bit of all right here."

We saw lying in a heap, a hill of watermelons as large as pumpkins. It was late at night when we went to rest, in a Kermis bed, as it is called, in the corner of the hearth, alongside of a good fire." "The next morning they threaded their way through the forest, and along the shore to the extreme west end of the island, where fort Hamilton now stands.