The Promise of Country Life: Descriptions, Narrations Without Plot, Short StoriesJames Cloyd Bowman D.C. Heath & Company, 1916 - 303 страници |
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... don't reckon as it hurted us . " It seems to be so : the lean frame is still tough and active , and the mind remains candid and liberal , nursing no sullen grudge against society for the hard times left behind . And this side of ...
... don't reckon as it hurted us . " It seems to be so : the lean frame is still tough and active , and the mind remains candid and liberal , nursing no sullen grudge against society for the hard times left behind . And this side of ...
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... of imagina- tion or the faintest trace of a nervous system will take : Don't go sheep - herding alone , even for forty dollars a month and " all found . " SOLITUDE1 HENRY DAVID THOREAU THIS is a delicious evening , ALONE 47.
... of imagina- tion or the faintest trace of a nervous system will take : Don't go sheep - herding alone , even for forty dollars a month and " all found . " SOLITUDE1 HENRY DAVID THOREAU THIS is a delicious evening , ALONE 47.
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... don't work yourself up to such a pitch , my little neighbor ; you shall make a home run without the slightest show of oppo- sition from me . One day a gray squirrel came along on the stone wall beside the road . In front of the house he ...
... don't work yourself up to such a pitch , my little neighbor ; you shall make a home run without the slightest show of oppo- sition from me . One day a gray squirrel came along on the stone wall beside the road . In front of the house he ...
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... do . But I recalled a certain comment I heard here last winter when a young man applied to me for a job . " Don't take him , " a neighbor advised . " Why ? " I asked . " He always wears gloves when he works , " ΙΟΟ CORRA HARRIS.
... do . But I recalled a certain comment I heard here last winter when a young man applied to me for a job . " Don't take him , " a neighbor advised . " Why ? " I asked . " He always wears gloves when he works , " ΙΟΟ CORRA HARRIS.
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... gentle trot until it touched his heels , and then stopping to kick it viciously . " Say , " said the visitor in a weary drawl , " you want this plug broke , don't you ? " We admitted that such had been our intention , though HORSE MAGIC ...
... gentle trot until it touched his heels , and then stopping to kick it viciously . " Say , " said the visitor in a weary drawl , " you want this plug broke , don't you ? " We admitted that such had been our intention , though HORSE MAGIC ...
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Страница 296 - ... looking more narrowly, perceived that it was a place where the tree had been scathed by lightning, and the white wood laid bare. Suddenly he heard a groan. His teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle. It was but the rubbing of one huge bough upon another, as they were swayed about by the breeze. He passed the tree in safety, but new perils lay before him.
Страница 279 - Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn, that might have served for a church, every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm...
Страница 278 - ... a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her .charms. She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold which her great-greatgrandmother had brought over from Saardam, the tempting stomacher of the olden time, and withal a provokingly short petticoat to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country round.
Страница 52 - In the midst of a gentle rain while these thoughts prevailed, I was suddenly sensible of such sweet and beneficent society in Nature, in the very pattering of the drops, and in every sound and sight around my house, an infinite and unaccountable friendliness all at once like an atmosphere sustaining me, as made the fancied advantages of human neighborhood insignificant, and I have never thought of them since.
Страница 295 - Hudson ; but it was so vague and faint as only to give an idea of his distance from this faithful companion of man. Now and then, too, the long-drawn crowing of a cock, accidentally awakened, would sound far, far off, from some farm-house away among the hills — but it was like a dreaming sound in his ear. No...
Страница 297 - Gunpowder, who dashed forwards, snuffling and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, en the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black and towering.
Страница 142 - haunted Woodhouselee;" and as daybreak came sweeping up the bleak Lammermuirs, and fell on his own door, the company would stop, and James would take the key, and lift Ailie up again, laying her on her owri bed, and, having put Jess up, would return with Rab and shut the door.
Страница 279 - ... the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond, convoying whole fleets of ducks ; regiments of turkeys were gobbling through the farmyard, and guinea fowls fretting about it like ill-tempered housewives, with their peevish, discontented cry. Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior, and a fine gentleman ; clapping his burnished wings and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart...
Страница 274 - From hence the low murmur of his pupils* voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard of a drowsy summer's day, like the hum of a beehive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command; or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, that ever bore in mind the golden maxim, "Spare the rod and spoil the child.
Страница 70 - Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof ; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature.