Leaves, from the Records of St. Hubert's Club: Or Reminiscences of Sporting Expeditions in Many Lands |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 40
Page 3
... four - and - twenty hours after , the leaves of thousands of miles of forest are on the ground in patches of reds and yellows , which the snow makes haste to cover in massive drifts , as if it rejoiced in its long - disputed victory ...
... four - and - twenty hours after , the leaves of thousands of miles of forest are on the ground in patches of reds and yellows , which the snow makes haste to cover in massive drifts , as if it rejoiced in its long - disputed victory ...
Page 4
... four miles from Lachine , is nine miles long , very intricate , running from nine to twelve miles an hour , and in some places only from nine to ten feet water in the channel . The Coteau du Lac Rapid , six miles above the former , is ...
... four miles from Lachine , is nine miles long , very intricate , running from nine to twelve miles an hour , and in some places only from nine to ten feet water in the channel . The Coteau du Lac Rapid , six miles above the former , is ...
Page 24
... four or five syllables in the air above our heads , resembling the sounds , piramidig , or gi - me - a - bit , or perhaps , still more , witta - wittawit . On looking up we see some two or three birds , exceedingly like swallows in ...
... four or five syllables in the air above our heads , resembling the sounds , piramidig , or gi - me - a - bit , or perhaps , still more , witta - wittawit . On looking up we see some two or three birds , exceedingly like swallows in ...
Page 28
... four wings of the feathers of the scarlet ibis , upon a thick body of crimson chenil , ' was strongly recommended to me , as being the best in the world for this kind of sport ; however , I never knew a fish rise to it , and all the ...
... four wings of the feathers of the scarlet ibis , upon a thick body of crimson chenil , ' was strongly recommended to me , as being the best in the world for this kind of sport ; however , I never knew a fish rise to it , and all the ...
Page 36
... four hundred yards of our intended anchorage , which looked pleasant and tempting enough , when a shock like that of an earthquake made the " Silver Star " shiver from stem to stern , and next instant we were hard and fast upon the ...
... four hundred yards of our intended anchorage , which looked pleasant and tempting enough , when a shock like that of an earthquake made the " Silver Star " shiver from stem to stern , and next instant we were hard and fast upon the ...
Other editions - View all
Leaves, From The Records Of St. Hubert'S Club: Or Reminiscences Of Sporting ... George E Bulger No preview available - 2021 |
Leaves, From the Records of St. Hubert's Club: Or Reminiscences of Sporting ... George Ernest Bulger No preview available - 2015 |
Common terms and phrases
American amongst animal appearance arrived Ashbrook autumn banks Bass beautiful bird black bass Blue-winged Teal boat branches breakfast bright Brockville bushes Bytown called camp Canada Canadian canoe Charley Clew Bay colour Creek Cyclopædia of Natural dark deer distance ducks expedition falcons feet fire fish Fisher foot forest Galway Glenlyon glittering glorious Grant Island green Grouse Guanonoqui Lake Hartebeest hawks height Henry hills hour huge hundred yards Hyæna Indian island Keiskama Lake Minnewawa land light look Lough Corrib lovely miles Moose morning mountain nearly never night noqui o'clock once Oughterard passed Pierre Quebec Raymond returned rifle river rocks round Ruffed Grouse Saguenay Saint Lawrence scarcely scene scenery seemed seen shikaree shooting shore shot side silence soon species splendid sport spot Springbok stream summit tiercel Tigress trees trout village weather whip-poor-will wild wind wing woods
Popular passages
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...