"Then—" "I am positive that the Dawsons and Ridgely have made for some obscure point, probably near Lake Superior, and will open up business in the old way, do their work only at night, and I have come on here to ask Dashaway to work in harmony with me."
— from Dave Dashaway and His Hydroplane; Or, Daring Adventures over the Great Lake by Roy Rockwood
West Point academy was once useful, but if the cadets are to accumulate as rapidly as they have of late years, it may lead in the end to an aristocracy in this country.
— from Mysteries of Washington City, during Several Months of the Session of the 28th Congress by Caleb Atwater
For the heavy axes and mallets, other stones, such as we now call granite, redstone or quartose grit, were often used, but in the making of all the weapons was required the exercise of infinite skill and patience.
— from The Story of Ab: A Tale of the Time of the Cave Man by Stanley Waterloo
Once we thought we were chased by a wicked-looking cutter with a large white mainsail, which kept to windward of us; but in the end, after some hours of deadly tribulation, during which I hid the manuscripts as well as I could under all kinds of rubbish in the hold, we descried the stars and stripes of America upon her ensign; so then I pulled all the old books out again.
— from Visits to Monasteries in the Levant by Robert Curzon
So it was, that Garrisonianism, off the line of the underground railroad, was a rather harmless foe to slavery, and was often used by it to prevent the casting of votes which would endanger its power.
— from Half a Century by Jane Grey Cannon Swisshelm
And, if the simple act of remaining in their country, to which they had undoubtedly a right, forced them to live as outlaws, and adopt a course of predatory warfare, otherwise unjustifiable, but in their circumstances the only one possible for them, to whom could the fault be ascribed?
— from The Irish Race in the Past and the Present by Augustus J. Thébaud
Ennis plunged through the whirl of unseen bodies in the direction of the detective's shouting voice.
— from The Door into Infinity by Edmond Hamilton
My Lord, a man without, on urgent business, Implores to be admitted.
— from The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 4 by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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