Tales and stories [from Stories of American life]. selected by M.R. Mitford

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Seite 356 - ... and rapid . stream, and it now rushed by them with the sound of many waters, bearing on its turbid bosom marks of the devastation it had already wrought in its course. The young birches and alders that had shaded its green banks the preceding summer, torn up by the roots, were whirled along with the current ; and amid the white foam Mary descried the wet, black planks and beams which told the destruction of an old mill of her father's, higher up the stream. The bridge, and the new mill just'...
Seite 357 - ... precipitated amid its wrecks into the raging waters. There were those who beheld this spectacle, and a wild cry of agony arose amid the din of destruction, but it came not from the lips of the struggling sufferers. William Halleck had come forth to look for his children, and warn them of the freshet. Just as he reached the top of the rising ground opposite the one they had descended, he beheld them with horror, attempting to cross the tottering bridge. It was but for a moment ; as he sprang forward...
Seite 303 - We had hung up our clothing on the wall where we labored as soon as we entered the jail, so that it was not suspected to be a screen for our labors. In the course of four long weeks we succeeded in penetrating through the wall, and never did my heart bound with such delight, as when I saw the first gleam of a star through the opening. "We waited for a night suitable to our purpose, and it seemed as if the elements had conspired against us; for seven days passed, and each night it was as clear and...
Seite 302 - ... more at hearing the last words of some of my countrymen, who entreated the surviving to tell their friends that in death they remembered them, and gave up their lives calmly and religiously, as brave men should. One youth of my age do I especially remember ; his bed was next to mine.
Seite 360 - He lingered till morning. The first red beams of that sun he had never seen, fell on his pale features and sightless eyes. He felt his mother drawing open the curtain of the little window at his bedside, that she might behold his face more plainly. With a faint smile on his lips, he turned towards her; it became fixed, and with a short spasm, his innocent spirit passed suddenly and peacefully into the world he had panted to know.
Seite 300 - ... over our heads. The bells of the city spread the alarm, the lights flashed in a thousand windows, the drums and trumpets mustered their several bands, and the sounds, in their confusion, seemed like an articulate voice foretelling the strife of that day. " We took our places mechanically, side by side, behind the breastwork, and waited for the struggle to begin.
Seite 306 - So saying, he got off his horse, and, opening his saddle-bags, he gave me the bread and cheese which he had provided for his own journey. This I shared with my companion, who came forward and joined me. ' I was going to ask you to ride double,' said the farmer, ' but the creature can't carry three, though ye are both of ye rather meagre.
Seite 350 - ... path he found marked out for him. Death had never entered his doors ; but sickness had come often, with fatigue, expense, anxiety, and sorrow in her train ; and beneath his roof dwelt one being, at once a living joy and a living sorrow. His fourth child was a bright and beautiful boy ; but God had shut out from his mind the perception of all visible loveliness. Henry was born blind. The hearts of the parents were troubled when the terrible suspicion first came upon their minds, that the fair...
Seite 298 - We moved in darkness and silence on the road to Lexington. As we came near the town, we thought we heard the sound of some unusual motion, and, as the day began to dawn, were on the watch to discover...

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