The space between the edgeof the wood and the margin of the river was so slight that it was theeasiest thing in the world for one of them to launch his javelin withterrific force across it, and they would do so before morning, if thechance were given them.
IIWe had followed the two little girls homeward one afternoon, chaffingand mauling each other as we would never have done if they had not beensomewhere about to see, when we returned along the Green River in theafterglow.
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Concerning the “Bay Colony” (Massachusetts)Alexander Young has reprinted much original matter, in a volume similarto his “Chronicles of the Pilgrim Fathers.
All his peoplecould go into them, though over ten thousand: they are all abundantlysupplied with water, and they form the storehouses for grain.
The whole met together north ofJadar, and went into Hafersfjord, where King Harald was waiting with hisforces.
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Tamms, orpuzzling, equally vainly, how to meet the million that they owed thatday, with his thousand shares of Starbuck Oil.
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In the dead, hushed calm of a summerevening, when the lifted oar rests on the gunwale, unwilling to disturbwith its dip the glassy surface, one has a strange, dreamy sense ofbeing suspended in space, the sky, in all its changing beauties, beingaccurately reflected in illimitable depth by the still water, until thecharm is broken by the splash and ripple of a school of nomadic alewivesor the gliding, sinuous fin of a piratical shark.