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...this infinity of aching wakeful- ness. I was suddenly in the most enormous funk at the thing we were going to do. 28 The First Men in the Moon I do n... ...h will ever see, that under the blaze of the day the harsh outlines of the rocks and ravines of the plains and crater floor grew gray and indistinct u... ...oot of the cliff, and showed a disordered escarpment of drab and gray- ish rock, lined here and there with banks and crevices of snow. This was perhap... ..., and the surface of the moon is showing. We are lying on a bank of earthy rock. Here and there bare soil is exposed. A queer sort of soil!” It occurr... ..., were shapes like sticks, dry twisted sticks of the same rusty hue as the rock upon which they lay. That caught one’s thoughts sharply. Sticks! On a ... ...ur of their growing. I turned about, and behold! along the upper edge of a rock to the eastward a similar fringe in a scarcely less forward con- ditio... ...te his specific injury. “Good Lord!” I felt as though somebody was pouring funk out of a can down the back of my neck. My legs became feeble. I had go...

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...se and blood, and carved with Chinese symbols; then a litter of mementoes, rock-crystals, and shells and scraps of seaweed. A stranger, entering, felt... ...lay curled up asleep at the core of the glamour, like the moon; on the sea rocking backwards and forwards till it rocked her island as she slept. She ... ...ning sunlight pierced vividly through the slits of the blind. Beatrice lay rocking herself, breathing hard, her finger-nails pressing into her palm. T... ...er,’ he replied sim- ply. ‘The sea seems to be poured out of the moon, and rock- ing in the hands of the coast. They are all one, just as your eyes an... ...tide had half covered a stretch of fair, bright sand that was studded with rocks resembling square altars, hollowed on top. He threw his clothes on a ... ...rightened, horrified eyes. ‘What of yourself?’ he said, resentfully. ‘I’ve funked-ran away from my leper, and now am eating my heart out, and staring ... ...nst Beatrice, and sailing the do- mestic ship in spite of her, I’ve always funked. I tell you I’m 86 The Trespasser something of a moral coward.’ He ... ... his father’s characteristic atti- tude. ‘He would come slinking back in a funk!’ he said, with a young man’s sneer. 134 The Trespasser Stretching fo... ...o, will you?’ called Vera after her. ‘The damned coward! Ain’t he a rotten funker?’ said Frank, sotto voce, while his mother was out of the room. Vera...

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...he tunnel. Isn’t this better than lyin’ up just behind the Coll.—in a blue funk every time we had a smoke? Isn’t your Uncle Stalky—?” “No,” said Beetl... ...the drum! Hid in the coal-locker—and tweaked Rabbits-Eggs—and Rabbits-Eggs rocked King. Wasn’t it beautiful? Did you hear the glass?” “Why, he—he—he,”... ... How beautiful! How holy! But you should have seen his face when the first rock came in! And the earth from the basket!” So they were all stricken hel... ... you chaps mean to say you didn’t make Rabbits-Eggs drunk and bribe him to rock King’s rooms?” “Bribe him? No, that I’ll swear we didn’t,” said Stalky... ... mind you’ve got, Pussy! We’ve been down having a bath. Did Rab- bits-Eggs rock King? Strong, perseverin’ man King? Shockin’!” “Awf’ly. King’s frothin... ...aid Beetle hotly. King scowled. “One of you was that thing called a water- funk. Yes, a water-funk. So now you wish to wash? It is well. Cleanliness ... ...rds the big, open sea-baths. “’Twasn’t fair—remindin’ one of bein’ a water-funk. My first term, too. Heaps of chaps are—when they can’t swim.” “Yes, y... ...eetle yourself, didn’t you? Something about not bathing, and being a water-funk?” the school chaplain put in. “I was scoring in the pavilion that day.... ...ked. “I’ve never had much to do with ‘em, but I’ll bet my hat Campbell’s a funk.” “No—o! That’ s oratio directa,” said Stalky, shaking his head. “I li...

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...unt of a private struggle between himself and a certain path of planks and rock edges called the Bisse of Leysin. This happened in his adolescence. He... ...e it hangs like an eyebrow over nearly or quite vertical walls of pine-set rock. Beside it, on the outer side of it, runs a path, which becomes an off... ...lls corner, which gives the favourite picture postcard from Mon- tana, the rocks project so sharply above the water that the passenger on the gangway ... ... time trying to screw himself up to walk along the jagged six-inch edge of rock between cliff and torrent into which the path has shrunken, to the sag... ...per toboggan- ing, and tobogganing a milder jumping down. Always I used to funk at the top of the Cresta run. I suffered sometimes almost intolerably;... ...atural man. I admit training. I perceive I am lax and flabby, unguarded, I funk too much, I eat too much, and I drink too much. And, yet, what I have ... ...u, Benham, is just this— that you don’t.” “I do,” said Benham. “Do what?” “Funk.” “Benham, I believe that naturally you funk as much as I do. You’re m... ...rel. But then as I am an Englishman he might have hesitated. He would have funked a strange beast like me. And I couldn’t have shot him if he had hesi... ... your wisdom of the ages, which isn’t wisdom at all, which is just awe and funk, taboos and mystery and the secretive cun- ning of the savage…. “What ...

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...an was a sav- age, a being scarcely articulate, sheltering in holes in the rocks, armed with a rough-hewn flint or a fire-pointed stick, na- ked, livi... ...en, no kind of life except the life he led. He fled the cave-bear over the rocks full of iron ore and the promise of sword and spear; he froze to deat... ...ry; millions of people at different times must have watched steam pitching rocks out of volcanoes like cricket balls and blowing pumice into foam, and... ... those Swiss villages which live under the perpetual threat of overhanging rocks and moun- tains go about their business—just as though the possible w... ...g the inducive. Always before in the development of warfare the shells and rockets fired had been but momentarily explosive, they had 65 H G Wells go... ...asion and 104 The World Set Free subjugation. In one word, militarism was funk. The bellig- erent resolution of the armed Europe of the twentieth cen...

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...and after reaching about the same elevation, expired side by side. “Them’s rockets, sir—ain’t they?” said one of the men in a muffled voice. “Aye, roc... ...o windward and beyond a maze of broken water, sandspits, and clus- ters of rocks, the black hull of the yacht heeling over, high and motionless upon t... ...been brought up in the middle of a broad belt of clear water. To the north rocky ledges showed in black and white lines upon the slight swell setting ... ... Two figures, noiseless like two shadows, moved slowly over the beach of a rocky islet, and stopped side by side on the very edge of the water. Behind... ...and, near by, the leaves of creepers drooping from the summit of the steep rock stirred no more than the festooned stone. The faint light, disclosing ... ...at you’re doing and are not so apt to start a trouble from sheer temper or funk—see?” In this case he did his best to kill a man with a blow from the ... .... She seemed to have some- thing in her mind. Oh, yes! The chaps were in a funk. Would they fight? Anybody would fight when driven to it, funk or no f...

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... of ten thousand horse, all going like a cataract under a rainbow over the rocks, right into the middle of the enemy and through; and he a spark ahead... ...159 George Meredith the violent fencers, good for making his point, if one funks an attack.’ ‘That man Morsfield, is it? I wonder what he’s doing on t... ...rely uttered a syllable since the start of the flight from Ashead. She had rocked in a swing between sen- sation and imagination, exultant, rich with ... ...y Weyburn. A sigh like the roll of a great wave breaking against a wall of rock came from her for the possibly lost chance of naming him to his face M... ... a mile off shore, the Susan was put about to flap her sails, and her boat rocked with the passengers. Turning from a final cheer to friendly Matthew,... ...woman’s man- ner than let loose those rolling big drops down the face of a rock. The big sob shook him, and she was shaken to the dust by the sight. N...

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...l you—and a deep ship. I be- lieve the fellow himself was half crazed with funk. It was no time for gentlemanly reproof, so I turned round and felled... ...omething to swim for. I went on easily, and on the way I came upon a flat rock a foot or two above water. In the daytime, I dare say, you might make... ...ger ones, a mile or two long, showing the outlines of ridges, ribs of gray rock under the dark mantle of matted leafage. Unknown to trade, to travel, ...

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...d.” We landed the enormous packing-case with difficulty on a flat piece of rock amongst some bushes, nearly knocking the bottom out of one of my boats... ... there, surged at her cables within a hundred yards of nasty, shiny, black rock-heads. Ugh! And this, if you please, for no reason but that, when he w... ...an to make himself at home, flinging his thick, cylindrical carcass into a rocking-chair, and unbuttoning his coat. Old Nelson sat down opposite him i... ...call it in apologetic accents. A heart perme- ated by a particular sort of funk is proof against sense, feeling, and ridicule. It’s a flint. Jasper wo... ...tartled me at first. It glided into my way suddenly from behind a piece of rock. But in a moment it occurred to me that it could be no one else but Fr... ...r him to go on board his ship. Heemskirk did not look up. Ensconced in the rocking-chair, and puffing at a cheroot, he had the air of meditating surli...

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...of the cathedral to the dome of the state capitol. The river road led past rocky field slopes, deep glens, woods flamboyant now with September, to Men... ... that slopes in a thou- sand-mile rise from hot Mississippi bottoms to the Rockies. It is September, hot, very dusty. There is no smug Pullman attache... ...knives. Chester Dashaway’s House Furnishing Emporium. A vista of heavy oak rockers with leather seats, asleep in a dismal row. Billy’s Lunch. Thick ha... ..., wooden toys, and in the midst an anxious small woman sitting in a padded rocking chair. A barber shop and pool room. A man in shirt sleeves, presuma... ...re my—well, you’re my soul!” He was an undefined mass, as solid-seeming as rock. She found his sleeve, pinched it, cried, “I’m glad! It’s sweet to be ... ...ns. She helped them to move Adolph into the kitchen. The man was in such a funk that he would not use his legs. He was heavy, and smelled of sweat and...

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... not object to call him so twenty times. “Do it, and see!” returns Ripton, rocking on his feet, and breathing quick. With a gravity of which only boys... ...! Perhaps he hasn’t found the place where the box was stuck in. I think he funks it. I almost wish you hadn’t done it, upon my honour—eh? Look there! ... ...good within us, without which nature has neither music nor meaning, and is rock, stone, tree, and nothing more. In the dark, the dead leaves beating o... ...dy of advertised lodgings, on the borders of Kensington, noted, as she sat rocking her contemplative person before the parlour fire this very March af... ...tever you ask for but that. Pray, for- give me! It must be so.” Mrs. Berry rocked on her chair, and sounded her hands together. It amazed her that thi... ...e table and his nose on a chicken. “That’s goo’!” he said, recovering, and rocking under Mrs. Berry’s eyes. “No friend!” “I did not say, no friend,” s...

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...en though it might not be wanted? He found himself beating about among the rocks as to Catholic edu- cation and Papal interference, the passage among ... ...think of this, if not coolly yet rationally, he sat himself down among the rocks, among which at that spot the water made its way rapidly. There had b... ...ickly as possible. ‘Come along,’ said Lopez. ‘By George, you are in a blue funk,’ said the other. ‘I can hear your teeth chattering.’ Lopez, who was b... ...- ried in the air. In all the clubs it had been declared that that was the rock by which the Coalition would probably be wrecked. The newspapers had r...

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...slightly across the face with the back of his hand, saying, “Y ou are in a funk.” But this was a feeling which Frank Berry did not in the least entert... ...the court, or garden-path, was mouldy, weedy, seedy; there were some dirty rocks, by way of ornament, round a faded glass-plat in the centre, some clo...

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... down cabbage-stalks to them without a shy back? And why? All because they funk that brigand-beast Werner, who gets redemption from Laach, hard by his... ...tic maiden belief that in cases of ap- prehended peril from man, bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence, she crept back there, and allowed the... ...ntry he traversed. Crimsoned above the water glimmered the monster-haunted rock itself, and mid-channel beyond, flat and black to the stream, stretche... ...on the eddies of the wind: torrents of rain foamed down the iron flanks of rock, and flew off in hoar feathers against the short pauses of darkness: t... ...ay- ing, ‘Cologne is the city your Holiness inhabits, I think?’ he shot up rocket-like over Rhineland, striking the entire length of the stream, and i... ...orgotten anguish. Bright with maiden splendour shone the moon; and the old rocks, cherished in her beams, put up their horns to blue heaven once more....

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... wrong, was the way the two men passengers behaved. They were useless with funk—out and out fear. They lay in the boat and did nothing. Fetched a groa... ...ve and power, Our brethren shield in that dread hour, From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them whereso’er they go. ... ...owld on, men,” sez Crook, who tuk a mother’s care av us always. “Rowl some rocks on thim by way av visitin’ kyards.” We hadn’t rowled more than twinty... ...’ll stand?” ‘“Faith, that’s a rare pluckt wan!” sez Crook. “Niver mind the rocks, men. Come along down an’ take tay wid thim!” ‘“There’s damned little... ...sittin’ on the little orf ’cer bhoy who had stopped Crook from rowlin’ the rocks. Oh, he was a beautiful bhoy, an’ the long black curses was slidin’ o... ... 100 Soldiers Three ANTHONY. ‘Can’t quite say. A very bad tummy and a blue funk so far. He asked me at once if it was cholera, and I told him not to b... ...nd I told him not to be a fool. That soothed him. CURTISS. Poor devil! The funk does half the business in a man of that build. ANTHONY. (Lighting a ch... ...n a man of that build. ANTHONY. (Lighting a cheroot.) I firmly believe the funk will kill him if he stays down. Y ou know the amount of trouble he’s b... ...eleven. CAPT. G. Five hours more. O Lord! CAPT. M. (Aside.) ‘First sign of funk, that. ‘Wonder if it’s going to spread. (Aloud.) Come along to breakfa...

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...mur of the Nile as it raced round a basalt-walled bend and foamed across a rock-ridge half a mile up- stream. It was as though the brown weight of the... ... all that time the Nile had never spared them. Rapid had fol- lowed rapid, rock rock, and island-group island-group, till the rank and file had long s... ...when the whale- boat in which they had found a berth chose to hit a hidden rock and rip out half her bottom-planks. Now they were sitting on the sand-... ...re in it. As swiftly as a reach of still water is crisped by the wind, the rock-strewn ridges and scrub-topped hills were troubled and alive with arme... ...toum the accursed one was dead,—was dead,—was dead,—that two steamers were rock- staked on the Nile outside the city, and that of all their crews ther... ...e of fifty-five,” according to the news- papers. Bah! How these Christians funk death! Sixty- five—we’re only getting on in years. Seventy-five is jus...

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... men fight it, with torn hands, for bread and life. A singular, insidious thing, shrink- ing and biting like a weasel; clutching by its roots as a lim... ...nd profit and some advance; one chapter and a part drafted. The whole promises well Chapter I. Domes- tic Annals. Chapter II. The Northern Lights. Ch... ...stooping. Suddenly it turned sharply to the north, at right angles to its former 75 V ailima Letters direction; I heard living water, and came in vie... ...he Second Par; Wherein Are Set Forth the Misfortunes in Which He Was Involved upon the Appin Murder; His Troubles with Lord Advocate Prestongrange; Ca... ...rt Louis Stevenson IX. I begin to be haunted with a red-headed man. X. The Wood by Silvermills. XI. On the march again with Alan. XII. Gillane San... ...om I like. Lloyd, Gra- ham and I go to breakfast with him to-morrow; the next day the whole party of us lunch on the Curacoa and go in the evening to ...

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...ly man fit for the job not to be found anywhere. I began to think you were funking it, too… .” “I haven’t been long getting to the office,” I remarked... ...ve a light,” he added nervously. All that time the ship lay as steady as a rock. The noise of the water pouring off the sails and spars, flowing over ... ....” The wistful smile came back on his lips for a moment. “I—I am in a blue funk about my heart, sir.” I approached him with extended hand. His eyes no...

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...n too much for him, or the country perhaps.’ “At last we opened a reach. A rocky cliff appeared, mounds of turned-up earth by the shore, houses on a h... ...,’ said the Swede, pointing to three wooden barrack-like structures on the rocky slope. ‘I will send your things up. Four boxes did you say? So. Farew... ... out of the cliff, and that was all. No change appeared on the face of the rock. They were building a railway. The cliff was not in the way or anythin... ...by; but if he lost sight of you, he became instantly the prey of an abject funk, and would let that cripple of a steamboat get the upper hand of him i...

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...y possible side of it, indeed?” They had seated themselves on a commanding rock under the pines, but Lansing could not see the view at their feet for ... ... like that—all the gondolas are stopping to look!” “How can I help it?” He rocked backward and forward in his chair. “‘If you marry,’ she says: ‘Stref... ...s “Why?” “Because she’s in such a fever to get to St. Moritz—and in such a funk lest the hotel shouldn’t keep her rooms,” Susy somewhat breathlessly p...