Nor was the Saw-Horse especially pleased with the operation, either; for he growled a good deal about being "butchered," as he called it, and afterward declared that the new leg was a disgrace to a respectable Saw-Horse.
— from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum
In process of time, however, he found the exercise of fishing decidedly a bore, but as he was determined not to give up the sport and at the same time was determined to enjoy a quiet nap, he tied the cord to his right arm, and lounged over on his back for the purpose of taking a snooze.
— from Haw-Ho-Noo; Or, Records of a Tourist by Charles Lanman
Mr. Herndon, who had a cousin living in New Salem at the time, and who knew personally many of the "boys," says: "They were friendly and good-natured; they could trench a pond, dig a bog, build a house; they could pray and fight, make a village or create a state.
— from McClure's Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 2, January, 1896 by Various
It spoilt 'is dinner a bit, but arter he got outside 'e saw them standing at the corner, and, pretending not to see them, he went off for a walk down the Mile End Road.
— from Ship's Company, the Entire Collection by W. W. (William Wymark) Jacobs
Ralph would go there on the 10th of December, and be back at his own house before Christmas.
— from Ralph the Heir by Anthony Trollope
Some says Injuns; some says the posse run 'em down; an' Black Bart an' his dirthy outfit, they swear it was Keith.
— from Keith of the Border: A Tale of the Plains by Randall Parrish
We had the right-of-track over every other train upon the line, and with six powerful engines pushing a snow-plow at full speed ahead of us, we reached our destination in almost record time, where we were put to work clearing away a serious wreck, which had been caused by a heavy passenger train running into a snow drift during a blinding blizzard, and having at the same time been derailed from the tender back to the rear truck beneath the last sleeper.
— from The Trail of the Tramp By A-No. 1, the Famous Tramp, Written by Himself from Actual Experiences of His Own Life by A-No. 1
,” replied Van der Werff, in a tone of deep earnestness, as he drew himself up to his full height, folded his arms, and looked the nobleman sharply in the eye, “I speak rather of the tyrant, whose bloody council declared all who bore the Netherland name, and you among us, criminals worthy of death; who, through his destroying devil, Alva, burned, beheaded, and hung thousands of honest men, robbed and exiled from the country thousands of others, I speak of the profligate—” “Enough!” cried the knight, clenching the hilt of his sword.
— from The Burgomaster's Wife — Complete by Georg Ebers
He looked up at the dark old houses in which great musicians had lived, died and been born, and he saw faces that he recognised lean out of the projecting windows, to watch the life and bustle below, to catch the last sunbeam that filtered in; he saw them take their daily walk along these very streets, in the antiquated garments of their time.
— from Maurice Guest by Henry Handel Richardson
|