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...curiosity is aroused. What and where is this hidden fountain? What magical properties reside in its waters? Ho! every one that thirsteth, let us clamor diligently till we can get a pump and tin dipper placed over the hallowed spot...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: WHAT THE UNIVERSITY NEEDS. | 5/5/1876 | See Source »

...gets to know the peculiarities of each individual step, and recognizes the passer-by as clearly as though the partition were transparent. When I hear various preliminary kicks at, and slams of, the neighboring doors, a shuffling step along the entry, a rattling of keys, a banging of tin pails, and a peculiar snuffle directly opposite my door-lock, I make preparations to receive the goody. In like manner, successive knocks at Nos. 7 and 8 deafen me to the appeals of itinerant pedlers and orange-men. It is not always a wise course, however, to feign absence...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FOOTFALLS. | 4/21/1876 | See Source »

...felt hat you would see in the College Yard. No cab; Bill "straddles" the rear of the "biler." No smoke stack. Leak handy. No bell or whistle; Bill probably "hollers" when he sees anything on the track. Whole made of pine-wood, newly shingled and lined in spots with tin. Name, "Sunny South." Rest of train, baggage and smoking (cards and whiskey) car, size of a royal octavo coffin; palace car, like an Irish jaunting...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE SOUTHERN LIGHTNING EXPRESS. | 1/14/1876 | See Source »

...horrible drug was taking firmer hold every moment. Of a sudden, an idea came to me. I remembered the peculiar effect of a dose of warm water which a friend had once administered to me by way of a practical joke. My candle was burning, and a little tin drinking-cup, full of water, stood beside it. I snatched up the cup and held it over the flame. If I could warm the water soon enough I should be saved - if not - the laudanum - how cold it was - it was nearly bedtime - I was so sleepy. A drowsy confusion...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EXTRACT FROM A LETTER. | 2/12/1875 | See Source »

...Larg Hangin Tin Candel Sticks...

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

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