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...Around his waist a golden cord...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EVENING REST. | 5/6/1881 | See Source »

...square. Three men occupied two smaller rooms; and two men, who rowed on the Crew proper, each occupied garret-rooms, or rather closets, with scarcely space to move round. Added to all this, the mattresses furnished were worn-out truck taken from an old steamboat. There was no shade around the place, and the house becoming very warm during the day, it was midnight before it became sufficiently cool to allow one to get to sleep. It is safe to say that no man got a good night's rest while at the quarters. The cramped dining-room immediately adjoining...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR POSITION IN REGARD TO THE RACE WITH YALE. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

...dreamed that I was fishing quietly, when suddenly I heard a commotion behind me in the boat. I turned around, and there, to my amazement, beheld a twenty-pound cod, that I had just caught, erect upon its tail, glaring at me with intense rage and indignation. Abashed and disconcerted by the menacing and determined expression of the fish, I was still more startled to observe that its body was growing longer and larger, till it was towering above me. The features, too, were changing : the look of fury gradually subsided into one of melancholy; the tail kept...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ALARMED. | 4/5/1881 | See Source »

...away in the desolate wilds of South America, where roams the disconsolate tapir, and the melancholy hyenas come trooping home at eventide; where the kangaroo leaps in demoniac exultation, and the boa-constrictor, after coiling himself tenderly but firmly around the waist of the intruder, gazes with embarrassing familiarity into his eyes, - in this forsaken region, far from civilization, with its weary load of unrest, its perpetual strivings after the unattainable, and its ceaseless Knock at the fast-closed gate of the empyrean, and all that --. But what am I saying, or where am I? Of course - I forgot...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE QUIZZICAL CLUB. | 4/5/1881 | See Source »

They skip in, dance around, and skip out. Day breaks; great crash...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE 'ALF AND 'ALFS. | 2/25/1881 | See Source »