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... Fire .. 16. The Fate of the Indians .. ... Colton . 59 H. H. Bancroft . 62 .. Charles Sprague . 67 17. Brimstone Morning at Dotheboys Hall ...... Charles Dickens . 69 19. The Eskimos and their Frozen Land . - Part I .. H. H. Bancroft ...
... Fire .. 16. The Fate of the Indians .. ... Colton . 59 H. H. Bancroft . 62 .. Charles Sprague . 67 17. Brimstone Morning at Dotheboys Hall ...... Charles Dickens . 69 19. The Eskimos and their Frozen Land . - Part I .. H. H. Bancroft ...
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... human life . Furnaces were glowing ; men and boys were at work before the fires , or darting to and fro . Some were blowing fiery bubbles , which put to shame PACIFIC COAST SERIES . 35 How Lamp-Chimneys are Made -Part I J T Trowbridge.
... human life . Furnaces were glowing ; men and boys were at work before the fires , or darting to and fro . Some were blowing fiery bubbles , which put to shame PACIFIC COAST SERIES . 35 How Lamp-Chimneys are Made -Part I J T Trowbridge.
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... fire . Into the port - holes men were thrusting iron rods , and taking out lumps of melted metal . 7. These masses of melted metal were shaped on tables or blown into globes , or dropped into moulds . These , then , " he thought , " are ...
... fire . Into the port - holes men were thrusting iron rods , and taking out lumps of melted metal . 7. These masses of melted metal were shaped on tables or blown into globes , or dropped into moulds . These , then , " he thought , " are ...
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... fire - assay , " a method used to determine the proportions of gold , silver , and base metals in the mass . This is an interesting process , and calls into requisition some of the wonders of chemistry . 6. The silver chip is first ...
... fire - assay , " a method used to determine the proportions of gold , silver , and base metals in the mass . This is an interesting process , and calls into requisition some of the wonders of chemistry . 6. The silver chip is first ...
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... FIRE . AN INDIAN MYTH . Qui chés ( Kee - chés ) , a tribe | Měm'o ra ble , worthy to be of Indians . remembered ... fire . The Quiches , for instance , 62 FOURTH READER . The Origin of Fire Francis Bret Harte.
... FIRE . AN INDIAN MYTH . Qui chés ( Kee - chés ) , a tribe | Měm'o ra ble , worthy to be of Indians . remembered ... fire . The Quiches , for instance , 62 FOURTH READER . The Origin of Fire Francis Bret Harte.
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Page 200 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 75 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Page 204 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Page 239 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 239 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 238 - This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign Sails the unshadowed main, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings, In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 135 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time nor tide : The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 155 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 74 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 199 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.