The beaver trappers, tr. from the Germ. of Horan by J. Henderson: and other stories |
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... poor widowed mother can live in it in peace and comfort ; and here's sixty dollars , the rest of my share - give that to your mother too : what's the use of money to me ? I've ot all that I want , and she must live com- " fortably who ...
... poor widowed mother can live in it in peace and comfort ; and here's sixty dollars , the rest of my share - give that to your mother too : what's the use of money to me ? I've ot all that I want , and she must live com- " fortably who ...
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... poor mother can't live alone . The dangers of this neighbourhood are increasing , and I'm afraid , " he continued , " that our bullets will make a few holes in the redskins before we get home . " " What makes you think that ? " said ...
... poor mother can't live alone . The dangers of this neighbourhood are increasing , and I'm afraid , " he continued , " that our bullets will make a few holes in the redskins before we get home . " " What makes you think that ? " said ...
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... poor run- ners , that they are afraid the white man will escape from them , that they have tied me so fast to this tree ? Do they shoot so badly that they fear their arrows would miss me ? ' Ralph knew that he risked a great deal in ...
... poor run- ners , that they are afraid the white man will escape from them , that they have tied me so fast to this tree ? Do they shoot so badly that they fear their arrows would miss me ? ' Ralph knew that he risked a great deal in ...
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... poor mother as her daughter ! " But these sad and gloomy feelings were soon dispelled by the excitement of the first adventure , which was with a herd of wild horses returning from the Kansas . " Away ! " exclaimed the chief ; " let us ...
... poor mother as her daughter ! " But these sad and gloomy feelings were soon dispelled by the excitement of the first adventure , which was with a herd of wild horses returning from the Kansas . " Away ! " exclaimed the chief ; " let us ...
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... poor wife . He grew pale , and Eimoa fell weeping on his breast . There was no longer any doubt of his fate . Flight was not to be thought of , so he knelt down , and commended Eimoa and himself to God's mercy in earnest prayer . The ...
... poor wife . He grew pale , and Eimoa fell weeping on his breast . There was no longer any doubt of his fate . Flight was not to be thought of , so he knelt down , and commended Eimoa and himself to God's mercy in earnest prayer . The ...
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animals arms bank bark beaver trapper Betsy Blackfeet blessing buffaloes canoe castoreum chief child colour Dame Van Winkle danger dark death deep dreadful dress earth Eimoa endeavoured enemies escape exclaimed eyes face father fatigue fear feel feet fell felt fire floating wood George Somers grass grave grizzly bear ground hand head heard heart hill horses How-ku-tho hunt hunters husband Indians Jack Williams journey Kansas KANSAS RIVER labour live looked magicians Missouri mother mountain neighbourhood neighbours never night pale-face passed Peter Stuyvesant poor widow prairie quadruped Ralph Rip Van Winkle river savages scalp scarcely seemed seen side silence skins soon sorrow soul stood story strange tail taken Thou thought tion tomahawk Toskatnay traps tree tribe Tsa-ut-weih turned village Vincent Brooks wife wigwam wild woman wood young
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Página 180 - Alas! gentlemen," cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, "I am a poor, quiet man, a native of the place and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him!" Here a general shout burst from the bystanders: "A Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly...
Página 186 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.
Página 177 - ... skirts of the village. A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The very village was altered ; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows ; everything was strange.
Página 169 - The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree, so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sundial.
Página 103 - BLESS the LORD, O my soul : And all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, 0 my soul, And forget not all his benefits : Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction ; Who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies ; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things ; So that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Página 174 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that, though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence; and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Página 170 - ... of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods. Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathized as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. "Poor Wolf...
Página 186 - He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked.
Página 169 - How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.
Página 196 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished, even in advanced life, in sickness and despondency ; who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land ; but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood...