The prince had already been waiting for her for a long time, and forced his way up to her.
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

Then he would leave them again, pretending that he went up to heaven.
— from Myths of the Cherokee Extract from the Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology by James Mooney

The Shoshone boy refused to speak, he aledged it was a quarrel between two Cheifs and that he had no business with it; it was in vain that we urged that his interpreting what we said on this subject was not taking the responsibil ity of the inteference on himself, he remained obstenately silent.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

But the king’s daughter went up to him and took it off, and then his golden hair fell down over his shoulders, and he was so handsome that all were amazed.
— from Grimms' Fairy Tales by Wilhelm Grimm

“His name's George Arthur,” said the matron, walking up to him with Tom, who grasped his little delicate hand as the proper preliminary to making a chum of him, and felt as if he could have blown him away.
— from Tom Brown's School Days by Thomas Hughes

A little way up the hill, for instance, was a great heap of granite, bound together by masses of aluminium, a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps, amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants—nettles possibly—but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves, and incapable of stinging.
— from The Time Machine by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

"HE shall buy my horses," thought Rebecca, "and I'll ride the mare." Jos walked up to his friend, and put the question for the hundredth time during the past hour, "Did she know where horses were to be had?" "What, YOU fly?" said Rebecca, with a laugh.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

All went on quietly for three nights, for the mulatto manager forbad the sale of rum; but on the fourth night some liquor unfortunately found its way up the hill, and Nicolau, the manager, came in haste to inform me that a few of my Indians were earnestly bent on quarrelling with a party of his people.
— from Travels in Brazil by Henry Koster

And the WINGDAM CHRONICLE, of the next week, under the head of “Touching Reunion,” said: “One of those beautiful and touching incidents, peculiar to California life, occurred last week in our city.
— from Selected Stories of Bret Harte by Bret Harte

Jadiver had warned him and if Burlingame was willing to risk it, that was up to him.
— from Tangle Hold by F. L. (Floyd L.) Wallace

and South by the Carpathians, contains wide tracts of forests, and is one-half under tillage or in pasture; yields large crops of grain and a variety of fruits, and has mines of gold, silver, copper, iron, &c., though the manufactures and trade are insignificant; the population consists of Roumanians, Hungarians, and Germans; it was united to Hungary in 1868.
— from The Nuttall Encyclopædia Being a Concise and Comprehensive Dictionary of General Knowledge by P. Austin Nuttall

Naturally, none of our poets and artists, and mainly none of our great classics, have postponed their work, until they have grown mentally mature enough, but I am to be regarded as an outsider in this respect as well, am even described by many as an outlaw or outcast, and therefore, I may not even by a long shot take those liberties which others take for granted.
— from My Life and My Efforts by Karl May

Here you may walk up the hill and enter by a stone bridge into the outworks; perhaps a few sheep or goats, with an attendant boy, are there: if not, Solitude holds his court amid the deserted walls.
— from The Life of the Moselle From its source in the Vosges Mountains to its junction with the Rhine at Coblence by Octavius Rooke

Perhaps for a boy there is nothing better than a good windmill to shoot at, as I have seen them in flat countries; but we have no windmills upon the great moorland, yet here and there a few barn-doors, where shelter is, and a way up the hollows.
— from Lorna Doone: A Romance of Exmoor by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore

But when Gard returned to Hamburg it was understood that he should use the old confederate cipher for any messages that he might be able to send.
— from Uncle Sam, Detective by William Atherton DuPuy

She liked queening it over him, and he was useful to her, and for the rest she was more likely to trifle with him, than give him a chance to trifle with her.
— from Paddy-The-Next-Best-Thing by Gertrude Page

He appeared to be acquainted with no one there, for he had come in alone, and without making a sign of recognition to any one as he was ushered to his seat.
— from In Blue Creek Cañon by Anna Chapin Ray