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So they followed the crowd as quickly as they could , and in a few minutes they
could see smoke and flames coming from some tall tenements . Getting as close
to the fire as they could ( which was not very close , for the police had established
...
So they followed the crowd as quickly as they could , and in a few minutes they
could see smoke and flames coming from some tall tenements . Getting as close
to the fire as they could ( which was not very close , for the police had established
...
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... while Father and I are making a call . If we are to sail for Boston tomorrow
afternoon , we must make use of every minute if we are to see points of interest . ”
“ Shall we be able to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art , Mother ? ” asked
Belle .
... while Father and I are making a call . If we are to sail for Boston tomorrow
afternoon , we must make use of every minute if we are to see points of interest . ”
“ Shall we be able to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art , Mother ? ” asked
Belle .
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They were ready in a few minutes , and off they started , taking a car to the lower
part of the city . TO THE PUPIL : 1 . Responsible person is one who can be
trusted ; avenue of escape means a way out ; extinguished , put out ; critical
moment ...
They were ready in a few minutes , and off they started , taking a car to the lower
part of the city . TO THE PUPIL : 1 . Responsible person is one who can be
trusted ; avenue of escape means a way out ; extinguished , put out ; critical
moment ...
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At exactly five o ' clock , the steamer on which they had engaged their passage
moved out of the dock . In a few minutes she had passed the Battery and was
making her way very rapidly up the East River . “ How far is it to Boston , Uncle
Jack ?
At exactly five o ' clock , the steamer on which they had engaged their passage
moved out of the dock . In a few minutes she had passed the Battery and was
making her way very rapidly up the East River . “ How far is it to Boston , Uncle
Jack ?
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The second alarm had sounded twenty minutes before , and when the third came
to call us out , we knew that there was a big fire to fight , and that it had got
beyond the companies already at work . The fire was down in the oil - and - paint
...
The second alarm had sounded twenty minutes before , and when the third came
to call us out , we knew that there was a big fire to fight , and that it had got
beyond the companies already at work . The fire was down in the oil - and - paint
...
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Page 142 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 174 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared—...
Page 416 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 19 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 65 - It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Page 205 - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 20 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 187 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 185 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 185 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
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| Title | Days with Uncle Jack, Part 1 Days with Uncle Jack, John Walter Davis The Davis-Julien series of readers |
| Author | John Walter Davis |
| Publisher | D.C. Heath & Company, 1914 |
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