Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Updated: June 23, 2025


The morning of the 27th was exceedingly cold; and as we left our encampments early, neither I nor Wylie were inclined to ride for the first few miles; it was as much as we could do to keep ourselves from shivering whilst walking; the dews were so heavy, that we were soon wet through by the spangles from the shrubs and grass, whilst the pace at which we travelled was not sufficiently rapid to promote a quick circulation, and enable us to keep ourselves warm.

And I'm ower failed to tak a helpmate, though Wylie Mactrickit the writer was very pressing, and spak very civilly; but I 'm ower auld a cat to draw that strae before me. He canna whilliwhaw me as he's dune mony a ane.

For twelve days Wylie and his master lived in the ship, and then left it, laden with provisions, and dressed in warm clothes. They had still many miles to go along the shore, but they suffered no more from want of food and water. Great was their rapture when they first caught sight of the hills of St. George's Sound; for then they knew their journey would soon end.

Jackson Wylie, Senior?" he demanded, abruptly. "That is my name." "President of the Atlantic Bridge Company, of Newark, New Jersey?" "The same." "You received a cablegram from your son in London?" "Yes, your lordship." Sir Thomas made a gesture as if to forego the title. "Let me see it, please." Mr. Wylie produced the cablegram, and Drummond scanned it sharply.

Ye see, I was employed by Downes & Co., down at the Havanna, and cleared for Vera Cruz with some boxes of old worn-out printer's type." "To print psalm-books for the darkies, no doubt," suggested Wylie. "Insured as specie," continued Hudson, ignoring the interruption. "Well, just at daybreak one morning, all of a sudden there was a rakish-looking craft on our weather-bow.

After breakfast, Wylie said he thought he could catch some bandicoots, by firing the scrub near the sand-hills, and went out for an hour or two to try, but came back as he went. During his absence, I was employed in repairing my only two pair of socks now left, which were sadly dilapidated, but of which I was obliged to be very careful, as they were the only security I had against getting lame.

Wylie I found had got up the horses and watered them, and had brought up a supply of water for the camp, so that we had nothing to do in the afternoon but boil crabs and eat them, at which occupation I found him wonderfully more skilful than I was, readily getting through two to my one.

"Self-conceit is not so uncommon that one need be at a loss to recognize it. And mind, Agatha Wylie," she continued, as if goaded by some unbearable reminiscence, "if you are really going, I don't care whether we part friends or not. I have not forgotten the day when you called me a spiteful cat." "I have repented," said Agatha, unmoved.

"That's right, Agatha," said Jane maliciously. "Don't let anyone speak ill of him." "I am not speaking ill of him," said Sir Charles, before Agatha could retort. "It is a mere matter of feeling, and I should not have mentioned it had I known the altered relations between him and Miss Wylie." "Pray don't speak of them," said Agatha. "I have a mind to run away by the next train."

"What is the matter?" inquired Mr. Eyre. Wylie made no answer. With hurried steps, Mr. Eyre accompanied him towards the camp. What a sight struck his eyes! His friend Baxter, lying on the ground, weltering in his blood, and in the agonies of DEATH. The two younger boys were not there, and the goods which had been covered by the oil-skin, lay scattered in confusion on the ground.

Word Of The Day

dummie's

Others Looking