Leaves, from the Records of St. Hubert's Club: Or Reminiscences of Sporting Expeditions in Many Lands |
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... Rifles . The moment we arrived , curious strangers from the town pushed off to have a look at us , and presently we were surrounded by little boats . The occupants were not much rewarded for their trouble , however , as they only saw ...
... Rifles . The moment we arrived , curious strangers from the town pushed off to have a look at us , and presently we were surrounded by little boats . The occupants were not much rewarded for their trouble , however , as they only saw ...
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... rifles of the country , which , though of marvellous accuracy , were in our opinion too heavy for the woods , and only suited ... rifle regiments of the army were then supplied . Charley gloried in his heavy , massive Purday , completely ...
... rifles of the country , which , though of marvellous accuracy , were in our opinion too heavy for the woods , and only suited ... rifle regiments of the army were then supplied . Charley gloried in his heavy , massive Purday , completely ...
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... rifle , put on fresh caps , and started in pursuit . The trail led me through the centre of the hack- matacks , and once more into the spruce forest , where the ground was a rapid succession of rather steep undulations . After the first ...
... rifle , put on fresh caps , and started in pursuit . The trail led me through the centre of the hack- matacks , and once more into the spruce forest , where the ground was a rapid succession of rather steep undulations . After the first ...
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... rifle securely in the inside of the wigwam , piled up an immense fire , and , rolling myself in my blanket , I took possession of my nest , and went to sleep in spite of the howling of the wolves , ' which had already begun to make the ...
... rifle securely in the inside of the wigwam , piled up an immense fire , and , rolling myself in my blanket , I took possession of my nest , and went to sleep in spite of the howling of the wolves , ' which had already begun to make the ...
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... rifle and fire - though even my practised nerves were shaking like the leaves of an aspen at the sight of the noble game ; but a moment's considera- tion pointed out the folly of such a proceeding , and I restrained my eagerness for the ...
... rifle and fire - though even my practised nerves were shaking like the leaves of an aspen at the sight of the noble game ; but a moment's considera- tion pointed out the folly of such a proceeding , and I restrained my eagerness for the ...
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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...