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  • The next morning the storm broke, and we started back to our camp behind the rocks, for the skins we had recently shot needed to be cleaned and dried. We reached camp that afternoon, where I found my old hunter, Fedor, who was now better, and had come to join us. He had arrived the night before, and reported that he had seen three bears on the marsh. He said he had watched them all the evening, and that the next morning two more had made their appearance. He could no longer withstand this temptation, and just before we had arrived had shot a small black bear with an excellent skin.
  • Just at this time, and when he had scarcely had time to forget his grievances and ill-humour, Gadifer accepted the command of a small band of men who were to conquer Gran Canaria.
  • Catching any clear area I would follow it with a blind conviction until it disappeared. I'd follow any feeling I got surrendering to my instinct. I was gone. The only thing left of me was the pain and the desperate hope that my next move would mean salvation. I was unaware of time but I could see the gray sky. Tonight I would be sleeping out here. I whimpered when I realized I had made very little progress. Soon, I climbed through a gap in some bushes and found myself in a clearing. There was dry creek bed and a very small hill that grew to the side of it. I noticed that the land on the other lip of the creek was flat and clear of trees and as I climbed up out of the creek bed I caught a glimpse of a small grown over trail and I smiled.
  • But that was all irrelevant now, I thought, finishing my shower and dressing in casual clothes. I got laundry started and ran a couple errands before the main part of my day began, my weekly visit to Hillside. It was a lovely, sunny day out, and before I went to the car, I stopped and gathered a handful of wildflowers to put in a small vase. The nursing home has plenty of color in its common areas but it lacks actual plant life, and I knew Mags would like these.
  • "Im going to cut your balls off!" Tobias shouted, growing bolder as Bolts hesitated. a small crowd was gathering at a safe distance away but no one made a move to intervene.
  • Eventually Salvor reached a small night market and headed for a business whose door opened directly into the markets edge. As he stepped inside, Geret slowed, calculating his next move. He lifted his hood and pulled his cape a bit tighter around him, then sidled over to a gap between two of the buildings edging the market area, ensuring him a clear view of Salvors exit.
  • Clayton did not sleep but crossed the stream, walking deeper into the forest now dark but for a dim glow from the last light of day. When he reached a small clearing he stopped and gazed up into the evening sky, noting the two great birds circling, hovering, circling, then soaring beyond the trees toward the hills which rose black and sinister. Days were without sun and nights without stars. He turned, walking slowly through the darkness to the stream which laughed, sitting on the moss then closing his eyes, falling back into sleep.
  • Two hours later, HMS Tartar was right in the middle of it. A vast expanse of ice stretched off her larboard side all the way to the distant coast. Farther to the north, a darker shadow loomed out of the whiteness, and on its seaward end showed something that looked like a small tower.
  • After a good hour of climbing, having done a great deal of slipping and sliding, scaring the begeebers out of you, you are breathing hard as you round a large boulder beneath an overhang of rock, and there it is. a small cave opening some fifteen feet in front of you.
  • After an hour or so of steady descent, Paul emerged from the trees, finding himself unexpectedly on the top of a small but steep limestone cliff with a wide view over the valley. He looked down in amazement at the scene spread out below him.
  • In German-occupied territory, but on French soil, they saw near a railroad junction, where they were fairly well hidden in a camouflaged position, not one, but three monster Hun cannons. The guns looked more like gigantic cranes than like the accepted form of a great rifled piece of armament. The guns were so mounted that they could be run out on a small track at the moment of firing, and then propelled back again, like some of the disappearing cannon at Sandy Hook and other United States forts. Only the German guns advanced and retreated horizontally, while the usual method is vertically,
  • The following afternoon he again requested me to go out and get some fresh buffalo meat. I didn't ask him for any wagons this time, but rode out some distance, and coming up with a small herd I managed to get seven of them headed straight for the encampment, and instead of shooting them just then, I ran them at full speed right into the camp, and then killed them all, one after another, in rapid succession. Colonel Royal witnessed the whole proceeding, which puzzled him somewhat, as he could see no reason why I had not killed them on the prairie. He came up rather angrily, and demanded an explanation.
  • "When we realized that every one of us fell to you, killed in battle with a lone man, my people grew furious, engulfed in a burning hatred. In short, they became exactly what this realm was made for. a small number, myself included, were humbled by our defeat. There was always strife amongst us, but we did in death as in life, wandering the dishonored lands together until, at last, your brother came. He offered us revenge against you if we would serve him. The moment he told my brothers and sisters that they would again walk the plains of the living, they swore allegiance, save that small handful of us which bore you no ill will for what you had done."
  • "Ah," said Shaa, "a personal demonstration of the firm-rootedness of your measures - what a graphic example of outreach to build solidarity among the loyal constituents! Nevertheless, the exhibition most properly should be made on yonder dock, since as your companion the worthy dockmaster will testify, the captain of a ship is inviolate upon his own deck. It would be an unfortunate precedent to attempt to set, Im sure youll agree, as you are so obviously a gentleman of some authority and repute yourself, regardless of the benefits of the civic promotion or other gains that may accrue through - I beg your pardon!" Shaa glared at the guard holding his left arm, and then turned a matching glare on the guard to his right. To his right, and up - the man was at least a head taller than Shaa, and the mass that had seemed so well proportioned from the distance of ship-to-dock was more reminiscent of a small foothill when pushed up against it at shorter range.
  • He was somewhere near the Madeleine a quarter he knew well. Soon he saw in front of him a small eating house which looked fairly clean and orderly. He pushed open its swing door, and seeing an empty table in a secluded part of the room, he sat down and ordered some supper.
  • He runs a small thoroughbred stud at home, and has bred seven winners.
  • While the tribes had been fighting, Catrin had been scanning her surroundings for energy. The mountains revealed nothing to aid her--except a small clue: water. She guessed heavy rains fell there occasionally, and when they did, the runoff would have to go somewhere.
  • The room was full of tables, chairs and stools, with an enormous dresser to my left, carrying most of the landlords plates. I sat before a small table with a window to my back and the open door before me. There was a doorway to my left leading to the private rooms of the house and, to my right, on the other side of the partition lay the fireplace, now spread with flowers.
  • The fellow led her from the place, and together they walked quickly toward the wharf and along it until across the water they saw a small boat just pulling into the shadows of a near-by steamer.
  • I lunged to carry a bag, but the men insisted, "Devushka. Devushka. No need, devushka." They grabbed up the packs, threw them onto their shoulders, scooted them with their feet, left me to carry my own rucksack, camera, a small parcel with food, and Alya's and Lyosha's dying carnations.
  • She sensed a shiver of dread flow over Darius. In the flickering orange light she saw a glisten of sweat gathered on his brow, an expression of pain covered his face. His head began to rise in the first sign of awakening. He too felt the presence in his sleep. She expanded the edges of the protective spell to include him. A look of peace and comfort settled on his face. With a small snort he sank back into dreams.
  • With a heavy breath, he opens the basement door as quietly as possible. He is careful not to make any other sound as the door creaks upon its old iron hinges. The stairway revealed is mostly dark: two light bulbs that had been hanging from the ceiling on chains have been snapped off, and their pieces litter the stairs. Jack steps lightly, trying to avoid any shards that might cut his bare feet. His only guiding light is a small strip of white sunlight emanating from under the door to the kitchen above.
  • As I walked forward to obey, my eye fell on a small keg standing by the side of the main-mast, on which the word GUNPOWDER was written in pencil. It immediately flashed across me that, as we were beating up against the wind, anything floating in the sea would be driven on the reef encircling the Coral Island. I also recollected - for thought is more rapid than the lightning - that my old companions had a pistol. Without a moment's hesitation, therefore, I lifted the keg from the deck and tossed it into the sea! An exclamation of surprise burst from the captain and some of the men who witnessed this act of mine.
  • As annoying as she found many people's behaviour, however, it was she that looked after the books and keeping up a fa?ade was a small price to pay when, in two hours time, they could close and go upstairs to their flat, safe in the knowledge that one night's aggravation had paid the week's rent.
  • "Weve wanted the black fossil for years," Reizvolle said lasciviously, "It has powers that a mind a small as yours will never understand."
  • "Yes." He glanced up from his journal, his gaze going over her gown and matching pumps. "I think there is a small desk there."
  • The islands of the Comoros share mostly African-Arab origins. Sunni Islam is the dominant religion, representing as much as 98% of the population. Although Arab culture is firmly established throughout the archipelago, a minority of the population of Mayotte, mostly immigrants from metropolitan France, are Roman Catholic. Malagasy (Christian) and Indian (mostly Ismaili) minorities also exist, as well as minorities mostly descended from early French settlers. Chinese people are also present on Mayotte and parts of Grande Comore (especially Moroni). a small white minority of French with other European (i.e. Dutch, British and Portuguese) ancestry lives in Comoros. Most French left after independence in 1975.
  • Luck had served him well. The oak on which he had mounted was one of the tallest in that quarter of the wood, and easily out-topped its neighbours by a fathom and a half; and when Dick had clambered into the topmost fork and clung there, swinging dizzily in the great wind, he saw behind him the whole fenny plain as far as Kettley, and the Till wandering among woody islets, and in front of him, the white line of high-road winding through the forest. The boat had been righted--it was even now midway on the ferry. Beyond that there was no sign of man, nor aught moving but the wind. He was about to descend, when, taking a last view, his eye lit upon a string of moving points about the middle of the fen. Plainly a small troop was threading the causeway, and that at a good pace; and this gave him some concern as he shinned vigorously down the trunk and returned across the wood for his companion.
  • It wasn't a heartening process to stand there facing the gum-chewing pianist, and the manager's cigar glowing redly five rows back, and the silent emptinesses beyond,--much like singing into the mouth of a gloomy cave. It was more or less a critical moment for Stella. But she was keenly aware that she had to make good in a small way before she could grasp the greater opportunity, so she did her best, and her best was no mediocre performance. She had never sung in a place designed to show off--or to show up--a singer's quality. She was even a bit astonished herself.
  • Some natives patrol the small island shores, and during the winter make a good harvest picking up dead otters which have washed ashore. This happens in winter, because it is during severest weather that the otter freezes his nose, which means death. The pelts from these frozen animals, however, bring only a small price.
  • They had found a small grotto almost covered up by a tall variety of dried summer stalk plants.Once they had walked the horse behind the stalks, Range and Rolin moved up toward the road to catch a glimpse.They were within a stones throw of the road and were well covered by the thick green bush, its shiny leaves and bright red berries. The bush partially hindered the wind as they dropped on their stomachs.Range blew into his hands. He was already sick of being cold.
  • Everything about the Convention Center is big. This room was no exception. It was also empty except for a large rug in the middle of the room. On the rug was a gigantic carved wooden desk, complete with chair and lamp. In front of the desk were two armchairs with a small table in-between. The lamp was the only source of light in the room. It turned the setting of furniture into an oasis in a desert of darkness.
  • Anna's eyelids rattled up with a small gasp she couldn't restrain. She tried to swallow again, to try and get some moisture into her mouth, but she couldn't get her salivary glands to work. Her mouth was as dry as a bone. "They shocked me," she finished with a harsh whisper.
  • Hugh made his way down to the ward. Bolsover was in the midst of a small group of soldiers, leisurely cleaning the dust from his sword by wiping it across the top of his leather boot, but the soldiers fell away when they recognized Hugh.
  • Adding insult to injury, the government of Northway decreed the ship sovereign property, with only a small compensation given to its findera result certainly hatched by political enemies of my uncle. The Arrow of Time now sits locked shutits internal power unceasing, its strong hull proof against illegal entry.
  • When night falls, Morion brings her first day's journey to a halt, camping at the foot of one of the massive trees. She decides to start a small fire for warmth, using some of the tools and items given to her by Edna. Propped between the fire and the tree, she quickly falls asleep, unwillingly into the clutches of a dream.
  • Rhugh the orc was having a bad day. And it had started so well. There was some slaughtering to be done. Slaughtering at that point was more of a long-term plan. They didn't expect to meet a lot of humans that early. But then again, they weren't doing much expecting. Go, slaughter, eat brains. Rhugh wasn't entirely sold on that brain-eating idea. Couldn't hurt to try, yes, but good old-fashioned slaughtering was more its thing. And then, suddenly, it appeared that there was an army in their way. a small one. Orcs weren't good at counting, but the difference between very many and not so very many was glaring. Hooray for unexpected slaughter! Or more like GHRRRAAAGH! for unexpected slaughter.
  • "Very well," Baker said. This was very good indeed. He had sent Reeman and a small party of men to explore the ice between the frigate and the more open waters to the southwest. As he had suspected, the ice was only solid between the islands off Dalarö and in the narrow part of the sound between it and the bigger island of Ornö. Already at its southwestern tip the sound widened and there the water was almost open, except for a few floating floes.
  • Jacob stood up, holding onto the tree for balance. There were small cuts and bruises all over his body, but no open wounds, not even the on the bottoms of his numb feet. He turned in a small circle, trying to remember which direction he came from but the familiarity ended with the pond. The air smelled familiar, however, and he knew he was still in the same city. And even though he was naked, cold, hungry, and lost, he was free. He suppressed the urge to cry out in joy and anguish and pain. He had to find his way out of here and bring help to the others.
  • While the soldiers were deliberating what next to do, they heard a gun fired in the direction of the scouts, at some distance on the right, followed by a single shrill war-whoop. This satisfied them that if the scouts had met with a foe, it was indeed war on a small scale. There seemed no need for any special caution. They all broke and ran toward the spot from which the sounds came. They soon met two of the spies, who told the following not very creditable story, but one highly characteristic of the times.
  • After they had done Edgar was permitted to roast some maize for his own use. The camels had each a dozen heads given to them. Except at one halting-place, where there was a muddy well, they received no water; the Arabs themselves drank sparingly, and Edgar received but a mouthful or two of the precious fluid. Towards the end of the eighth day the Arabs began to hasten their camels, and soon afterwards, on mounting an eminence, Edgar saw some tents standing in a small green valley ahead. The Arabs fired their guns and uttered loud yells, and at once some figures appeared at the entrances of the tents and hastened towards them. In five minutes the two parties met. There were a few men among those that came out, but the majority were women and children. All uttered shouts of welcome, and a babel of questions arose.
  • The major held out a small yellow envelope. Dawson took it, ripped it open, and withdrew a single sheet of paper. His heart did a loop in his chest when he saw that the coded message was signed, "Tiger." That was the signature Colonel Welsh used whenever he contacted the boys in secret. The major had been quite correct, too. The code used by Colonel Welsh was not to be found in the regular base code book, because it was a special one that the colonel had made up himself. This code was not known by more than half a dozen men, two of them being Dawson and Farmer. The value of such a code was that it was so made up that a decoding book, or decoding wheel, was not needed. Once you knew the code, you could read messages from the memory of what the various letters and numbers and symbols meant.
  • At the southwestern edge of the wood there is an area of hawthorn scrub surrounding a small area of flower-rich grassland.
  • Mudhead nodded. "Weird." Leaning forward in his chair, he showed Vane a small vial and syringe. "Present from past."
  • The gull glided on the afternoon wind, swooped and turned several times. The gull landed on the edge of the net-less basketball ring with its backboard bolted to Maviss three-car garage. April and Mavis stood beside Aprils shiny black-on-black Supra that sat smiling in the cool shade that painted the front of the garage. April walked cautiously around the car. She kept her eyes pinned on the treacherous gull. She bent down and took a small stone from the planter. She threw the stone overhand at the gull. The stone bounced off the backboard and struck the gull. The gull dove toward April. It swooped and turned when April ducked. It dove at Mavis and released a ring from its tattered beak. The ring struck Mavis on the forehead. The gull flew away cawing.
  • "Yeah, no problem." I slid down carefully and kept my hand on her body. Slowly, I took a small step forward, than another. I felt Daydreams head bump my shoulder and she whinnied softly. I placed my hand on her nose and let her guide me forward so that I stood in front of her. It surprised me at how trustingly I let her guide me. I never trusted anyone.
  • In fact, I had been persuaded to do a monthly reading for anyone interested. "Afternoons with Austen," they called it, and I was making my way slowly through the works of Jane Austen, to a small but devoted audience. In theory these were readings followed by discussion. But the reality was, after I had carefully set up the room so that the women with the worst hearing were right up front, and I had read aloud in my most powerful voice, everyone just sat for awhile afterward. I had taken to bringing what I thought of as appropriate classical music; I would put on the music and all the ladies would listen, sighing, almost purring, it seemed. Presumably wrapped up in thinking about the characters and enjoying the music, perhaps churning up long forgotten memories of their younger days.
  • A hundred yards from the edge of the grove he came to a small round stone sitting on top of a large one. Then he walked faster and with more confidence.
  • Ice formed upon the margin of the water, and several snow-storms impeded their march, adding greatly to their discomfort. But not a repining word escaped the lips of Father Marquette. It was but a dismal shelter they could rear, for the night, on the bleak shore. Through this exposure his health began rapidly to fail. It took them nearly four weeks to reach the mouth of the Chicago River. They ascended the river several leagues, until they came to a small cluster of Indian wigwams. The savages were poor, but few in number, and their abodes comfortless. But Pre Marquette was so sick that they could go no farther. These Indians were of the Miami tribe.
  • It was nearly half a mile when the company caught up to Finnegaff, who, to this day, has not attempted to light his pipe with a living horse. He was seated on a grazing Grinnolle, accompanied by Strongwind. Both were looking away from the approaching party. They were on a small grassy knoll peering northward.
  • Without hesitation, Ben ordered his men forward on the run, and away went the detachment for the spot from whence the unexpected shot had come. As the soldiers neared the wood they beheld a Filipino in the act of running across a small opening.
  • It is scarcely necessary to say that his success made Mark Woolston a great man, in a small way. Not only was he received with open arms by all of his own blood; but Dr. Yardley now relented, and took him by the hand. A faithful account was rendered of his stewardship; and Mark received as much ready money, on account of his wife, as placed somewhat more than twenty thousand dollars at his disposal. With this money he set to work, without losing a day, to make arrangements to return to Bridget and the crater; for he always deemed that his proper abode, in preference to the Peak. In this feeling, his charming wife coincided; both probably encouraging a secret interest in the former, in consequence of the solitary hours that had been passed there by the young husband, while his anxious partner was far away.
  • As the tribes came up to the Great Place they were reviewed and sent away, since it was impossible to feed so vast a multitude as would have collected had they all remained. Thus the Amasomi, a small people who were amongst the first to arrive, soon left. Only, for some reason which I never quite understood, Masapo, Mameena and a few of Masapo's children and headmen were detained there; though perhaps, if she had chosen, Mameena could have given an explanation.
  • A bright, enterprising lad was Tom the bootblack. He was not at all ashamed of his humble calling, though always on the lookout to better himself. His guardian, old Jacob Morton, died, leaving him a small sum of money and a written confession that Tom, instead of being of humble origin, was the son and heir of a deceased Western merchant, and had been defrauded out of his just rights by an unscrupulous uncle. The lad started for Cincinnati to look up his heritage. But three years passed away before he obtained his first clue. Mr. Grey, the uncle, did not hesitate to employ a ruffian to kill the lad. The plan failed, and Gilbert Grey, once Tom the bootblack, came into a comfortable fortune. This is one of Mr. Alger's best stories.
  • 'Step back guys. Leave it to me.' Harry was a little taken aback at this challenge to his authority so soon after assuming it, but he wasn't at all sure what to do himself so he let it pass. Josh placed the end of the plastic pipe at the base of the door, balancing the other end against his legs and began to nervously pour the petrol down the hole in front of him. He was elated to see that most of the petrol was disappearing under the door, not noticing, in his excitement, that not a small amount was actually coming back in his direction, attempting to join up with the residue that had dripped down his trouser legs. He splashed the last litre of petrol over the door and slowly moved to the back of the yard where he found his friends stupefied in concentration. Motioning them to move over to the gate, he threw the can to the side after using the last few drops to moisten the cloth he had picked up earlier. This was it.
  • I was this moment coming down,"" said Ahmed Ismail as he stood aside from the door. Shere Ali walked in. He crossed to the window, which was unglazed but had little wooden shutters. These shutters were closed. Shere Ali opened one and looked out. The room was on the first floor, and the window opened on to a small square courtyard. A movement of Ahmed Ismail's brought him swiftly round."
  • Morning broke after an uneventful evening. The elf woke with the first glimmer of light passing through the trees. To his immediate left, upon a thinner branch, he spotted a small nest made from twigs and interwoven branches. It was filled with berries.
  • Emma reaches into the pocket of her hospital gown. Her tears have turned to anger and a deep resolve grows within her. There is no reasoning with that which cannot be reasoned with. There is no point, she decides. No reason beyond torment. Emma pulls out the half-empty pack of cigarettes she found in the nurses station, and digs for the lighter. She sets a pile of cigarettes against the door, along with some fallen leaves. She cracks the door a small way open so that her makeshift burn-pile is in direct contact with the wood. She flicks the lighter a few times and then a flame is produced. She holds it beneath the leaves for a few moments before it catches fire. She spots an old magazine just past the doorway; it is rolled up in a rubber band. She cautiously reaches in, careful not to burn herself, and places the magazine upon the fire.
  • Up to this time I had not built myself a shelter of any kind. At night I simply slept in the open air on the sand, with only my blankets round me. One morning I was able to get out of the vessel some kegs of precious water, a small barrel of flour, and a quantity of tinned foods. All these, together with some sails, spars, and ropes, I got safely ashore, and in the afternoon I rigged myself up a sort of canvas awning as a sleeping-place, using only some sails and spars.
  • The inner wall moved, slithering through what must have been a hollow passageway that stretched through all of the interior of Midgard. The man waited for the thing, it can't have been the walls truly. It stopped moving at last, and two parts of the scales parted, revealing a green reptilian eye, which moved around to observe the man. It saw a tall man, with flowing golden hair and dressed in long green and gold robes. On his side was a sheath, which contained a small dagger. His shoes were made of black leather entirely.
  • He took from the inside of his uniform jacket a little canvas bag, opened it slowly and emptied its golden contents upon the table. There was a small shining heap of sovereigns and a twisted note; this latter he placed in Hamilton's hand and the Houssa captain unfolded it. It was a letter in Arabic in Bosambo's characteristic and angular handwriting.
  • A trickle of blood is running down the side of Davids face from a small cut on his forehead. He rubs at it with his hand and stares at the blood on his fingers. His face has gone white. ‘Bit of glass,’ he says. ‘Lucky it didnt get me in the eye.’
  • At length they reached the majestic flood of the Tennessee River, and crossed it, we know not how. Then, directing their steps toward the setting sun, they pressed on, league after league, and day after day, in toilsome journey, over prairies and through forests and across mountain-ridges, for a distance of nearly four hundred miles from their starting-place, until they reached a small stream, called Mulberry Creek which flows into the Elk River, in what is now Lincoln County.
  • Evening found them with the work done, a small sail hoisted on the rude mast, the remaining part of the canvas fitted more securely as a covering, and the apportioned meal before them. But the sail hung idly from its yard and flapped gently to and fro as the little ark rose and sank on the swell, for the calm still prevailed and the gorgeous sunset, with its golden clouds and bright blue sky, was so faithfully reflected in the sea, that they seemed to be floating in the centre of a crystal ball which had been dipped in the rainbow.
  • Captain Vane made no reply. He merely turned and gave orders that the lashings of one of the large sledges which conveyed the baggage should be cast loose. Selecting a box from this, he opened it, and took therefrom a small instrument made partly of brass, partly of glass, and partly of wood.
  • In the break they found a rickety ladder that had been placed there for the use of the village children, who were accustomed to come here with baskets, and in a small way mine coal for home use from the sides of the old gangway. Descending this, they lighted their lamps at the bottom, and entering the black opening began to follow the path marked out on Derrick's tracing.
  • At this order, Dick, who, like Bob, had thought "discretion the better part of valour," and got behind the windlass, in order to have some substantial obstacle between himself and the trawl-net which the Captain, with Mr Dugald Strong's aid, had partly dragged into the well of the cutter, now crawled out from his retreat; and keeping over well to leeward on the other side of the boom, proceeded to the locker in the stern-sheets, from whence he took out a small axe and handed it to Captain Dresser.
  • A persistent cookie is a small text file stored on your hard drive for an extended period of time.
  • They ran for the first two hundred steps, when another cottage came into view, sitting in a small clearing just off the path. Smoke rose from the chimney and lantern light shone through the windows. The girls hid their lantern and tip-toed past, counting under their breath.
  • "To this day I wonder what made me decide to return to the world that had chased me away. I suppose the human in me has as much say in what I do as the fox, because one day I wandered into a small town. What was it named? . . . Bero. Well, I looked about as you would expect after years in the woods. I was wearing barely a shred of clothes, absolutely filthy. My hair was about so long," he remarked, indicating shoulder-length with his hand. "and a knotty, matted mess. As a matter of fact, I have yet to cut it since that day, so somewhere among these tresses are the very same locks I wore on that day."
  • The site is now occupied by the court works industrial estate, there is still a small foundry on the site.
  • After breakfast the Doctor took his son and Tom Ellison, accompanied by a servant, to a small valley about a quarter of a mile from the camp.
  • "And just who will you tell people you are? This is a small town. Everyone knows everyone else." Johna placed her hands on her hips. "And dont you dare," she glanced at Mark, "tell anyone shes a camp follower you met in the army. I will not have Reychels reputation besmirched even if no one knows who she is."
  • "We must be on our way. Thank you Hlene for your help and ministrations. They proved beneficial to us all," Range said, digging into his knapsack.He pulled out a small pouch.He fished out two gold coins and handed them to her.
  • Emily took a small sip and let it play on her tongue before swallowing. "Not bad, but definitely not of the best pedigree. Wasnt in the oak long enough to smooth it out. Leaves a slightly harsh aftertaste." She pushed the carafe away.
  • It was in a small glade or opening, such as are often met with in the forests west of the Mississippi. There was about an acre of clear ground, covered with grass and flowers, among which helianthus and blue lupines were conspicuous. Tall trees grew all around; and you could tell from their leaves that these trees were of different kinds. You might have told that from their trunks as well, for these were unlike each other. Some were smooth, while upon others the bark was cracked, and crisped outward in large scales a foot or more in length.
  • Mark questioned these two friends concerning the contemplated movement of Waally, with great minuteness, Unus was intelligent for a savage, and appeared to understand himself perfectly. He was of opinion that his countrymen would endeavour to cross, the first calm day, or the first day when the breeze should be light; and that was just the time when our colonists did not desire to meet the savages out at sea. He described the party as formidable by numbers and resolution, though possessing few arms besides those of savages. There were half a dozen old muskets in the canoes, with a small supply of ammunition; but, since the desertion of Jones and Peters, no one remained who knew how to turn these weapons to much account. Nevertheless, the natives were so numerous, possessed so many weapons that were formidable in their own modes of fighting, and were so bent on success, that Unus did not hesitate to give it as his opinion, the colonists would act wisely in standing off for some other island, if they knew where another lay, even at the cost of abandoning most of their effects.
  • The whale being a small one, as before noted, the whole business was over within three days, and the decks scrubbed and re- scrubbed until they had quite regained their normal whiteness. The oil was poured by means of a funnel and long canvas hose into the casks stowed in the ground tier at the bottom of the ship, and the gear, all carefully cleaned and neatly "stopped up," stowed snugly away below again.
  • Now she spied the singer, a short, stocky young man with curly blond hair. The golden wood of his lute gleamed in the late afternoon sun. He was standing before a plain black tent. Above its pointed roof a small black pennant flew, bearing a silver griffin pawing the air.
  • Groot replaced the key in its slot and lowered the large crock of stew into the pot after it, concealing key and solvent alike beneath its false bottom; the crock locked itself into place with a small click. The solvent had all been present when the dinner had been delivered although the level of stew had been a bit low, no doubt due to some judicious taste-testing on the part of the jailer as he made his inspection, but that was, after all, his prerogative, even with the bribes that Groot made sure kept coming his way.
  • Landowners will often offer moorings for a small charge, and in addition to these overnight berths are available at most marinas.
  • Zachary ran a hand through his green hair. The fight, Doctor Gefarg's clinic, worms, bats, his father missingit was all starting to catch up with him. His body trembled. Zachary didn't know how much more he could take. He took several shallow breaths and tried to bury his fear for his father. He mentally repeated that everything was going to be alright, but he couldn't make himself believe it. The truth was, his father was in terrible danger and instead of allowing him to help, his uncle was dragging him off to a crazy woman's house. Barely able to contain his frustration, Zachary packed his video game system, sports gear, and action figures in the large box. That left only his plants to worry about. Like a small jungle, his windows and shelves were filled with leaves and flowers of all types. One way or another, they were all going with him.
  • The men rowed steadily on after the first canoe, and the man with the lead kept on making casts, but getting no bottom except at an excessive depth, as they went on, the scene growing more beautiful as each point was passed. The other canoes followed, and a curious thrill ran through Don, as he felt how helpless they would be if the savages proved treacherous, for the boat and her crew could have been overpowered at once; and the lieutenant was evidently uneasy, as he saw that they were taken right round to the back of a small island, gradually losing sight of the ship.
  • Bryn chuckled and retrieved a small canvas and a length of supple line. He handed them to her. "Come back when you have them all mastered," he said, and Catrin accepted his challenge.
  • I started off at the clearing finding some ruddy ground-doves, before a small hummer whizzed by.
  • I was thinking so myself, Blagrove, though there is not much difference. I don't care, now that we are clear of those rocks, how long it keeps on. Directly we pass them we can keep her off the wind again, and there is nothing in our course then for over forty miles, and then it is only a small island with deep water all round. I have just been taking another look at the chart.
  • "The natives prepare the skins of goats very beautifully, making them as soft as chamois leather; these they cut into squares, and sew together as neatly as would be effected by a European tailor, converting them into mantles which are prized far more highly than bark cloth, on account of their durability: they manufacture their own needles, not by boring the eye, but by sharpening the end into a fine point and turning it over, the extremity being hammered into a small cut in the body of the needle to prevent it from catching.
  • While yet in company with the miners, he had passed through one door made of heavy planks, that completely closed the road, and now he came to another. Through its chinks and cracks there was a rush of air from outside inward that hummed and whistled like a small gale. It took all of Derrick's strength to pull this door open, and it closed behind him with a crash that reverberated in long, hollow echoes down the black depths before him.
  • But the soubahdar was too quick for them. With half a dozen of his men he invested the entrance and turned a small cannon against the approaching rabble, who halted instantly in the face of the staring black muzzle.
  • After the capture of Memphis, Colonel Charles R. Ellet, with two boats of the ram fleet, proceeded to explore the river between Memphis and Vicksburg. It was not known what defenses the Rebels might have constructed along this distance of four hundred miles. Colonel Ellet found no hinderance to his progress, except a small field battery near Napoleon, Arkansas. When a few miles above Vicksburg, he ascertained that a portion of Admiral Farragut's fleet was below that point, preparing to attack the city. He at once determined to open communication with the lower fleet.
  • Our lettuce seedlings start their life in a small fertile peat block, planted in specially prepared fields.
  • Two hours before dawn, they began their careful and slow hike, climbing over endless patches of sharp rocks and bare mountain. Weapons drawn, Grigoryan, Simon the communications guy, and Franzuzhik marched a little ahead and a little farther west. Hunger gnawed again at Misha, reminding him of Soviet jail, but he swallowed the soured taste of emptiness down; more than he wanted to breathe, he wanted another cigarette, but under no circumstances were they to light up. Maybe it'd be visible to whoever had fired from the hill across. To appease his craving, Misha withdrew a small portion of tobacco from where he kept it in the torn corner of a paper bag, shreds hoarded from emptying out other cigarettes; he motioned to Vova, offered a pinch. The Russian shook his head, so Misha tucked the mixture into his lip, sucked the terrible and chemical-tasting substance through his teeth; at least the burning on his gums gave him something to concentrate on.
  • With care he began to dig away at the dirt with his knife. Less than a foot of the cavern ceiling had thus been dug away when the point of the knife brought down a small stream of water.
  • I'd appreciated her humorous assessment of the situation. She knew I did not get bothered by much of anything Flo did. Flo was one of a small number of people in town who, in the language of the younger generation, had my back. Whatever happened I had little doubt whose side Flo supported. Actually, my small support group was growing. There was Flo; the Mayor; Preacher Roy, for sure; Sheriff Slaybaugh starting today; hopefully, Mary June; plus a couple more who might turn out to be candidates.
  • "Yes, Moses, but that's only part of it," returned Molloy. "We must keep away as well as get away--an' that won't be quite so easy, for the country is swarmin' wi' the dark-skinned rascals, as the many tracks we have already passed shows us. If we was to fall in wi' a band of 'em-- even a small one--we would be took again for sartin', for we've got nothin' to fight wi' but our fists."
  • As he left he presented me with a hatyk and, rummaging through my saddle bags, I found a single article that might be considered worthy as a gift for a Hutuktu, a small bottle of osmiridium, this rare, natural concomitant of platinum.
  • He had learned something, no doubt, but he had not learned how to make a large fish out of a small one. All the rest of that afternoon he caught grasshoppers and cast them daintily into what seemed to be good places, but he did not have another occasion to tumble in. When at last he was tired out and decided to go home, he had a dozen more of trout, not one of them weighing over six ounces, with a pair of very good yellow perch, one very large perch, a sucker, and three bullheads, that bit when his bait happened to sink to the bottom without any lead to help it. Take it all in all, it was a great string of fish to be caught on a Saturday afternoon, when all that the Crofield sportsmen around the mill-pond could show was six bullheads, a dozen small perch, a lot of "pumpkin-seeds" not much larger than dollars, five small eels, and a very vicious snapping-turtle.
  • If the Apache mustang which they were riding meditated any mischief, he seemed to be of the opinion that the occasion was not the most suitable. He walked along with great docility and care, picking his way with a skill that was wonderful. Several times they approached places where it seemed impossible for an equine to go forward, but the horse scarcely hesitated, toiling onward like an Alpine chamois, until, at last, they drew up in a small valley, through the middle of which ran a small stream, that sparkled brightly in the moonlight.
  • These sons of the wilderness were not, however, very communicative, for they spake never a word more. Perhaps they were hungry, and it is well-known that hungry men are not sociable. At all events they maintained a profound silence while they cut down a small decayed tree, made a good fire, and prepared dinner, or--as the sun was beginning to decline at the time--I may call it supper.
  • The next morning, soon after breakfast, the train came to a sudden stop, near a small railroad station. As the express did not stop, except at the large cities, Roy wondered if some one like himself, had flagged the engineer. Soon he was aware, however, that something unusual had occurred. Passengers began leaving their seats, and went out of the cars.
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