... slopes, and valleys with stunted oak bushes, the grey villages, and scant birch trees,—the whole Russian landscape, so long unseen by him, stirred em... ...r, the light breeze, and the light shadows, the scent of the grass and the birch-buds, the peaceful light of the starlit, moonless night, the pleasant... ... of 1830.) “As for me, I have changed in much; the waves of life have bro- ken over my breast—who was it said that?—though in what is important, essen...

...ed you. Yet, when the signs of summer thicken, And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken, Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken— Sicken again... ...ts of my people though I were burned alive. My two children here have spo- ken truth. Leave us Picts alone. Comfort us, and cherish us, and feed us fr...

...silver fish. His wrinkled hands and gnarled fingers gently, but deftly, held a birch branch that long ago had been fashioned into a fishing pole. H... ...ry boundaries. He wondered if the white man also had boundaries. Suddenly, the birch pole yanked down, and with hardly a move the gnarled hand flic... ...s. "So, what's on your mind?" Orinthall asked as he handed Brent a glass of old Ken­ tucky Bourbon. The Soul Bearer 131 "Franklin Pierce. How woul...

...xton, also, it was that first I saw the total array of works edited by Dr. Birch. It was a complete armilustrium, a recognitio, or mustering, as it we... ...thus it happens, for example, that writers so laborious and serviceable as Birch are in any popular sense scarcely known. I showed to Lord Massey, amo... ...m the galleries. “Surrender!” was the first word by which silence was bro- ken; it came from the Landgrave. “Or die!” exclaimed Adorni. “He dies in an...

...mmanded, drawing out the pre cious match box with its attendant strips of dry birch bark. The two Indians fell sullenly to the task of gathering dead... ...y old cabin; for men had died there alone at different times, and on pieces of birch 84 JACK LONDON bark which were there we read their last words an... ... a still stretch of river. In the foreground, against the bank of a lazy eddy, birch bark canoes were lined two and three deep. Ivory bladed spears, b... ...alling, and dying slowly away. It was fit for hell. And Lecl` ere, with fiendish ken, seemed to divine each particular nerve and heartstring, and with l... ...stuck up their heads and came out to the water’s edge, carrying between them a birch bark canoe. As they launched it, Lecl` ere let fly. He potted one... ...e. Not many hours afterward, when it was his turn at the wheel, he saw a small birch bark canoe put off from the shore. There was only one person in i... ...l the menace of the Unknown. He was unrecognizable, something quite beyond the ken of honest, ordinary revolutionists whose fiercest hatred for Diaz an...

...c, he pos- sessed all the qualities that his defects permitted. An outspo- ken giber, he made numberless epigrams on a friend to his face; but would d... ...handkerchief striped with blue and red; whether we sweep a crossing with a birch broom, or the steps of the T uileries with satins; whether we sit bes... ... longer, save through a veil of crape. Everything that but lately had spo- ken of length of days to him, now prophesied a speedy end. He set out the n...

... this re- markable woman. She occupied a turf seat, placed under a weeping birch of unusual magnitude and age, as Judah is represented sitting under h... ...es on the table, and the nearer the bane the sweeter, as your honours weel ken; and—there’s the heel of the ewe-milk kebbuck, wi’ a bit of nice butter... ...sed since the time of the Gowrie Conspiracy, and I durst never let a woman ken of the entrance to it, or your honour will allow that it wad not hae be... ...wed the impatient Laird of Bucklaw into his master’s bedroom, “and truly I ken nae title they have to be yowling and howling within the freedoms and i... ...wn yonder—” “Ladies!” said Ravenswood; “and what ladies, pray?” “What do I ken, your lordship? Looking down at them from the Warden’s T ower, I could ... ...ny master’s face he shall see till he has sleepit and waken’ d on’t. He’ll ken himsell better the morn’s morning. It sets the like o’ him, to be bring... ...han before. The old woman was on her accustomed seat beneath the weep- ing birch, basking, with the listless enjoyment of age and in- firmity, in the ... ...ty he rode up to the little wicket of Alice’s garden. Her seat beneath the birch-tree was vacant, though the day was pleasant and the sun was high. He...

... and Portraits CHAPTER I THE FOREIGNER AT HOME “THIS IS NO MY AIN HOUSE; I ken by the biggin’ o’t.” T wo recent books* one by Mr. Grant White on Engla... ...d instantly travels back in fancy to his home. “This is no my ain house; I ken by the biggin’ o’t.” And yet perhaps it is his own, bought with his own... ...hough still but a boy, he was publicly disgraced. The blow would have bro- ken a less finely tempered spirit; and even him I suppose it rendered reckl... ... grow too long if I remembered all; only I may not forget Allan Water, nor birch-wetting Rogie, nor yet Almond; nor, for all its pollutions, that Wate... ...ns fresh foun- dations on the ruins of the old; and when his sword is bro- ken, he will do valiantly with his dagger. So it is with Fouquet in the boo...

...Excerpt: Chapter 1. The Foreigner At Home. ?This is no my ain house; I ken by the biggin? o?t.? Two recent books* one by Mr. Grant White on England, one on France by the diabolically clever Mr. Hillebrand, may well have set people thinking on the divisions of races and nations. Such thoughts sho...

...g to hurt you?” A new note in his voice disarmed her: no one had ever spo- ken to her in that tone. “Oh, what DID you do it for then?” she wailed. He ... ...e paint was al- most gone from the clap-boards, the window-panes were bro- ken and patched with rags, and the garden was a poisonous tangle of nettles... ...grass bleached by long months beneath the snow. In the hollows a few white birches trembled, or a mountain ash lit its scarlet clusters; but only a sc... ...reath failed, and she sat down under a ledge of rock overhung by shivering birches. From where she sat she saw the trail wandering across the bleached...