The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1920 |
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Stran 14
... door- way was an opening cut in the wall , cased with a slab of wood secured by wooden pegs driven into the ends of the logs . The door was made of split boards , which was hung on wooden hinges and swung out . It was fastened by a ...
... door- way was an opening cut in the wall , cased with a slab of wood secured by wooden pegs driven into the ends of the logs . The door was made of split boards , which was hung on wooden hinges and swung out . It was fastened by a ...
Stran 22
... door . In my clumsiness , I overturned a small table that fell with a crash . At once the voice stopped . There was no sound from that other room . Have you ever been conscious of the presence of some one that a wall sepa- rates you ...
... door . In my clumsiness , I overturned a small table that fell with a crash . At once the voice stopped . There was no sound from that other room . Have you ever been conscious of the presence of some one that a wall sepa- rates you ...
Stran 29
... door on a cold winter evening and see old Spike standing in the doorway , beam- ing a welcome and hear his voice booin- ing out greetings- " Git aout an ' come right in . Haow be ye ? Jest in time . Goin ' right aout to open the ...
... door on a cold winter evening and see old Spike standing in the doorway , beam- ing a welcome and hear his voice booin- ing out greetings- " Git aout an ' come right in . Haow be ye ? Jest in time . Goin ' right aout to open the ...
Stran 31
... door was open , and leaving his horse swashing the water in the trough , entered , his object being to inspect the stock of hay on hand with a view to buying . But as he passed the door all thoughts of commercialism passed from his mind ...
... door was open , and leaving his horse swashing the water in the trough , entered , his object being to inspect the stock of hay on hand with a view to buying . But as he passed the door all thoughts of commercialism passed from his mind ...
Stran 32
... door swung idly on its hinges , and the party entered , the Colonel leading . He was so sure of his position that he did not stop to look , but swung his hand dramatically and pointed . The sheriff's eyes followed the pointing hand ...
... door swung idly on its hinges , and the party entered , the Colonel leading . He was so sure of his position that he did not stop to look , but swung his hand dramatically and pointed . The sheriff's eyes followed the pointing hand ...
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Stran 232 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say ?" "Why, say, 'Sail on ! sail on ! and on !'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak.
Stran 158 - Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on !" Then pale and worn, he paced his deck, And peered through darkness.
Stran 158 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say, at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 133 - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Stran 113 - The bravest battle that ever was fought! Shall I tell you where and when ? On the maps of the world you will find it not : 'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Stran 232 - BEHIND him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak; what shall I say?
Stran 113 - In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 158 - This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait. With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 87 - For ever and aye in dust at his side ? " Look at the roses saluting each other ; Look at the herds all at peace on the plain. Man, and man only, makes war on his brother ; And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain : Shamed by the beasts that go down on the plain. " Is it worth while that we battle to humble Some poor fellow down into the dust...
Stran 158 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light!