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...what a carriole is, but step out on the wharf and call for one loudly. A ragged urchin soon drives up in a curious-looking low gig, with long and slender shafts, inserted between which is a wonderful horse. Wonderful, because, although apparently dead, he is yet really alive. Boy talks volubly in a gibberish quite unintelligible, but as I catch the word "carriole," I conclude that it must be all right. He straps my valise to a seat at the rear of the vehicle, and perches himself upon it. I perceive that I shall have to drive myself...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...have had more or less experience in Cambridge horse-cars off the track, but never was so jolted in my life before. Every bone in my body is apparently dislocated. In agony I shout "Whoa" to the horse, but with no effect. I turn around and entreat the boy to stop the animal. Like an idiot that he is, he only repeats, "Shoe blacking," and persists in whipping the galloping brute. My eye-glasses shake off, and become a total wreck in the bottom of the gig. The sun is very hot and the road is dusty. (I anathematize Jenkins...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...guide-book says I must pay the boy three marks.* Not being familiar with the coin of the country, I am obliged to let him take his pay from a handful of silver, which I hold out to him. He considerately leaves me one small coin, value unknown. Several men gather around, and talk to me in the heathenish dialect of the country. I conclude to go no farther to-day, and tell them so. They seem satisfied, yet make no reply. Splendid scenery, although a thick fog, which has suddenly settled down upon us, renders the prospect somewhat indistinct...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...school-boy wishes and my college fears...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 10/9/1874 | See Source »

...kitten like girls who have address enough for a whole court of diplomacy, but whom you never see without wishing to shield them from the heartlessness of a scheming world. They had been playmates from childhood. Tom had been her chosen champion against the attacks of "that horrid Symperson boy," in return for which she allowed him to draw her home on his sled; she had listened admiringly when Tom had related what he would do "when he was in college"; together they had wept over the woes of the unfortunate Laurie, whom Tom thought rather a muff; and, last...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOW WE WENT TO EUROPE. | 6/19/1874 | See Source »

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