| His first feeling was a keen artistic delight. |
March 25, 2017, 7:41 a.m. |
| The sleeping sentinel in the clump of laurel |
March 25, 2017, 7:32 a.m. |
| The country was wooded everywhere except |
March 25, 2017, 7:32 a.m. |
| shaft was a trifle disconcerted, apparently. |
March 25, 2017, 7:31 a.m. |
| exclamation from one of the party gathered them all about |
March 25, 2017, 7:31 a.m. |
| dead tree on a low hill beyond Injun Creek. |
March 25, 2017, 7:30 a.m. |
| slay him through the wood. |
March 25, 2017, 7:29 a.m. |
| It was during this lull in the battle |
March 25, 2017, 7:28 a.m. |
| When terror and absurdity make alliance, |
March 25, 2017, 7:28 a.m. |
| he parleyed for time with the Inevitable. |
March 25, 2017, 7:28 a.m. |
| with an approving croak. |
March 25, 2017, 7:27 a.m. |
| Having finished staking off his claim |
March 24, 2017, 6:59 a.m. |
| Barney had apparently but two passions |
March 24, 2017, 6:59 a.m. |
| and then ceased altogether. |
March 24, 2017, 6:58 a.m. |
| the coins in little bags as you dig them out." |
March 24, 2017, 6:58 a.m. |
