Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... passing the muckle stane I finds this bit errow . ' That's come here in the nicht , ' says I , and I wun- nered a ... passed beyond my comprehension . In this prosaic hard - headed man I had come on the dead - rock of superstition and ...
... passing the muckle stane I finds this bit errow . ' That's come here in the nicht , ' says I , and I wun- nered a ... passed beyond my comprehension . In this prosaic hard - headed man I had come on the dead - rock of superstition and ...
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... passed the melancholy lochs , and came in sight of the great stony hills without the tre- pidation I had expected . Here at my side was one who found some humour even in those up- lands . But one thing I noted which brought back the old ...
... passed the melancholy lochs , and came in sight of the great stony hills without the tre- pidation I had expected . Here at my side was one who found some humour even in those up- lands . But one thing I noted which brought back the old ...
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... , till Astor pushed his enterprise by land and sea to the headquarters he established on the Columbia estuary . In the war between Britain and America Fort Astor passed into English hands , 1899. ] 39 The Mountain Men .
... , till Astor pushed his enterprise by land and sea to the headquarters he established on the Columbia estuary . In the war between Britain and America Fort Astor passed into English hands , 1899. ] 39 The Mountain Men .
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Britain and America Fort Astor passed into English hands , and changed its name to Fort George . The North - West Company had raced him to his goal , and re- mained after his ejection to reap the fruits of his labours . They did not ...
Britain and America Fort Astor passed into English hands , and changed its name to Fort George . The North - West Company had raced him to his goal , and re- mained after his ejection to reap the fruits of his labours . They did not ...
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... passed the mountains in company of a band of Sioux warriors , and " one morning's march was not to be forgotten . It led us through a sublime waste , a wilderness of moun- tains and pine forests , over which the spirit of loneliness and ...
... passed the mountains in company of a band of Sioux warriors , and " one morning's march was not to be forgotten . It led us through a sublime waste , a wilderness of moun- tains and pine forests , over which the spirit of loneliness and ...
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Page 563 - I did not betray Mr. Kurtz— it was ordered I should never betray him— it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this shadow by myself alone— and to this day I don't know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.
Page 170 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
Page 555 - There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs.
Page 571 - Yes,' said I, and forthwith handed him the famous Report for publication, if he thought fit. He glanced through it hurriedly, mumbling all the time, judged 'it would do,' and took himself off with this plunder. "Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl's portrait. She struck me as beautiful — I mean she had a beautiful expression. I know that the sunlight can be made to lie, too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade...
Page 170 - I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences. "I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally...
Page 555 - ... no two of the same size; all this brought within reach of my hand, as it were. And then I made a brusque movement, and one of the remaining posts of that vanished fence leaped up in the field of my glass. You remember I told you I had been struck at the distance by certain attempts at ornamentation, rather remarkable in the ruinous aspect of the place. Now I had suddenly a nearer view, and its first result was to make me throw my head back as if before a blow. Then I went carefully from post...
Page 568 - I blew the candle out and left the cabin. The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored. He leaned back, serene, with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness. A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces. Suddenly the manager's boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone...
Page 222 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having...
Page 565 - ... head pretty well; but when I had him at last stretched on the couch, I wiped my forehead, while my legs shook under me as though I had carried half a ton on my back down that hill. And yet I had only supported him, his bony arm clasped round my neck— and he was not much heavier than a child. "When next day we left at noon, the crowd, of whose presence behind the curtain of trees I had been acutely conscious all the time, flowed out of the woods again, filled the clearing, covered the slope...
Page 175 - In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech — and nothing happened. Nothing could happen.