The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1920 |
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... light on their feet and glide on without falling , is marvelous . Unlike skates , skis are not alone for play for the mountaineer , in winter they are horse , bike and auto . Should I repeat what I have been told about " speed " I would ...
... light on their feet and glide on without falling , is marvelous . Unlike skates , skis are not alone for play for the mountaineer , in winter they are horse , bike and auto . Should I repeat what I have been told about " speed " I would ...
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... light in my father's home was from the open fire - place , or a rag in a saucer of lard . Tallow dips or moulded candles came later . Bread was made from a coarse corn meal , produced by a hand grater . Wild turkeys , squir- rels and an ...
... light in my father's home was from the open fire - place , or a rag in a saucer of lard . Tallow dips or moulded candles came later . Bread was made from a coarse corn meal , produced by a hand grater . Wild turkeys , squir- rels and an ...
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... , rich , hearty , but simple meals which everybody enjoyed to the limit . It was the custom for the settler whose logs had been rolled and fired to " right up " his burning logs before day light , and 14 OVERLAND MONTHLY.
... , rich , hearty , but simple meals which everybody enjoyed to the limit . It was the custom for the settler whose logs had been rolled and fired to " right up " his burning logs before day light , and 14 OVERLAND MONTHLY.
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up " his burning logs before day light , and after a hasty breakfast reach the place for the next log rolling by sun - up . And after laboring with a hand - spike all day until sun - set , go home and again " right up " his own burning ...
up " his burning logs before day light , and after a hasty breakfast reach the place for the next log rolling by sun - up . And after laboring with a hand - spike all day until sun - set , go home and again " right up " his own burning ...
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... light and shadow and a peculiar amethyst hue which had invaded the sky , to seat my- self at my window . In the street below , was the modern statue of the unfortunate Dolet , a printer burned at the stake in 1546 - for " impiety and ...
... light and shadow and a peculiar amethyst hue which had invaded the sky , to seat my- self at my window . In the street below , was the modern statue of the unfortunate Dolet , a printer burned at the stake in 1546 - for " impiety and ...
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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!