Choice Literature, Book 5American Book Company, 1912 - Readers |
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... stood in that manner near half an hour , in which time the rising of the water brought me a little more upon the level ; and after a little , the water still rising , my raft floated again , and taking an oar , I thrust her off into the ...
... stood in that manner near half an hour , in which time the rising of the water brought me a little more upon the level ; and after a little , the water still rising , my raft floated again , and taking an oar , I thrust her off into the ...
Page 32
... stood still . She sat very composed and unconcerned , and looked full in my face , as if she had a mind to be acquainted with me . I presented my gun to her , but , as she did not understand it , she was perfectly unconcerned at it ...
... stood still . She sat very composed and unconcerned , and looked full in my face , as if she had a mind to be acquainted with me . I presented my gun to her , but , as she did not understand it , she was perfectly unconcerned at it ...
Page 47
... stood in the stern , endeavoring to guide the raft , with its precious burden , to a safe landing place . . The elder boys took the oars ; every one wore a float belt , and had something useful close to him in case of being thrown into ...
... stood in the stern , endeavoring to guide the raft , with its precious burden , to a safe landing place . . The elder boys took the oars ; every one wore a float belt , and had something useful close to him in case of being thrown into ...
Page 55
... stood for ages still , The rock shall rend its mossy base And thunder down the hill , Before the little Katydid Shall add one word , to tell The mystic story of the maid Whose name she knows so well . FERDINAND DE SOTO ROBERT MACKENZIE ...
... stood for ages still , The rock shall rend its mossy base And thunder down the hill , Before the little Katydid Shall add one word , to tell The mystic story of the maid Whose name she knows so well . FERDINAND DE SOTO ROBERT MACKENZIE ...
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... stood gaping , with pitcher in hand , as the corporal passed by with his prize . A motley train gradually gathered in the rear of the escort . Knowing nods and winks and conjectures passed from one to another . " It is a deserter ...
... stood gaping , with pitcher in hand , as the corporal passed by with his prize . A motley train gradually gathered in the rear of the escort . Knowing nods and winks and conjectures passed from one to another . " It is a deserter ...
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