The beaver trappers, tr. from the Germ. of Horan by J. Henderson: and other stories |
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الصفحة 96
... night had already set in , and the news had spread through the village that the " pale - face " had outrun all his pursu- ers , and had escaped . How - ku - tho had alone continued to follow him , but was so exhausted that there was no ...
... night had already set in , and the news had spread through the village that the " pale - face " had outrun all his pursu- ers , and had escaped . How - ku - tho had alone continued to follow him , but was so exhausted that there was no ...
الصفحة 97
... nights , a bow and arrows to shoot the wild animals for food , and provisions for immediate use . She gathered ... night like a deer pursued by the hunters , unobserved by any one . My readers are no doubt aware of the ex- actness ...
... nights , a bow and arrows to shoot the wild animals for food , and provisions for immediate use . She gathered ... night like a deer pursued by the hunters , unobserved by any one . My readers are no doubt aware of the ex- actness ...
الصفحة 111
... night , to rise very early , Ralph went to her bedside , and commenced recounting all his adventures since he had left home , having only been able to tell the principal events the night before . Eimoa came in with wonderfully quiet ...
... night , to rise very early , Ralph went to her bedside , and commenced recounting all his adventures since he had left home , having only been able to tell the principal events the night before . Eimoa came in with wonderfully quiet ...
الصفحة 147
... night to the Heron's lodge , lighted a match at his fire , and presented it to the eyes of the maiden . She blew it out , and after some conversation with her , carried on in whispers , he retired . In the morning he smoked with the ...
... night to the Heron's lodge , lighted a match at his fire , and presented it to the eyes of the maiden . She blew it out , and after some conversation with her , carried on in whispers , he retired . In the morning he smoked with the ...
الصفحة 161
... night's lodging by her landlord's agent , and other great men , who passed through that lonely district . A few flowers sprang up in her sally fringed garden , which were not the less tenderly cherished , that the seeds from which they ...
... night's lodging by her landlord's agent , and other great men , who passed through that lonely district . A few flowers sprang up in her sally fringed garden , which were not the less tenderly cherished , that the seeds from which they ...
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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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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...