Leaves, from the Records of St. Hubert's Club: Or Reminiscences of Sporting Expeditions in Many Lands |
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... foot of the rapid the water takes a sudden leap over a slight precipice , whence its name . From the Long Sault to Prescott is forty - one miles shoal water , running from six to eight miles an hour , and impassable by steam- boats ...
... foot of the rapid the water takes a sudden leap over a slight precipice , whence its name . From the Long Sault to Prescott is forty - one miles shoal water , running from six to eight miles an hour , and impassable by steam- boats ...
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... foot of a steep part of the bank , I dropped the bait gently on to the surface of the water . A large tree projected slightly over the top of the bank , so that I was enabled to scramble out upon it , and send my line clear of the ...
... foot of a steep part of the bank , I dropped the bait gently on to the surface of the water . A large tree projected slightly over the top of the bank , so that I was enabled to scramble out upon it , and send my line clear of the ...
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... foot - note , attached to some stanzas on the whip - poor- will , which appeared in the fifth number of the North Lincoln Sphinx , it was stated that the bird in question has a habit of whistling his evening song from a heap of ashes ...
... foot - note , attached to some stanzas on the whip - poor- will , which appeared in the fifth number of the North Lincoln Sphinx , it was stated that the bird in question has a habit of whistling his evening song from a heap of ashes ...
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... foot of Mount Lebanon , not far from the spot where the remnants of the patriarchal cedars still grow in greater abundance than in any other part of the mountains , though that abundance has been much curtailed by the destroying ...
... foot of Mount Lebanon , not far from the spot where the remnants of the patriarchal cedars still grow in greater abundance than in any other part of the mountains , though that abundance has been much curtailed by the destroying ...
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... foot - track of a moose better than most men . " 66 Well , " answered I , " let us by all means try muzzle , having the nostrils curiously slouched over the sides of the mouth the neck , from which rises a short thick mane , is not ...
... foot - track of a moose better than most men . " 66 Well , " answered I , " let us by all means try muzzle , having the nostrils curiously slouched over the sides of the mouth the neck , from which rises a short thick mane , is not ...
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Page 101 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 257 - But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Page 1 - I dream'd not then that, ere the rolling year Had fill'd its circle, I should wander here In musing awe ; should tread this wondrous world, See all its store of inland waters hurl'd In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 256 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime. The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 114 - How beautiful this night ! The balmiest sigh Which vernal Zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Page 33 - She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 180 - Till the hives overflowed; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes. Such was the advent of autumn. Then followed that beautiful season, Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.
Page 256 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 43 - My hawk is tired of perch and hood, My idle greyhound loathes his food, My horse is weary of his stall, And I am sick of captive thrall. I wish I were, as I have been, Hunting the hart in forest green, With bended bow and bloodhound free, For that's the life is meet for me.
Page 70 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dewdrops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...