Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 5
... stood in the midst . From higher up on the hill I heard a loud roar , and I knew my excellent friend the shepherd of Farawa , who had come thus far to meet me . He greeted me with the boisterous embarrass- ment which was his way of ...
... stood in the midst . From higher up on the hill I heard a loud roar , and I knew my excellent friend the shepherd of Farawa , who had come thus far to meet me . He greeted me with the boisterous embarrass- ment which was his way of ...
Page 9
... stood the wear of fifteen hundred years among the stones of the hillside . Now there are , I regret to say , institutions which manufacture primitive relics ; but it is not hard for a practised eye to see the differ- ence . The chipping ...
... stood the wear of fifteen hundred years among the stones of the hillside . Now there are , I regret to say , institutions which manufacture primitive relics ; but it is not hard for a practised eye to see the differ- ence . The chipping ...
Page 13
... stood was one of the giants which , with the Muneraw for centre , guard the watershed . Had I taken the proper way , the Nick o ' the Threshes would have led me to the Caulds , and then once over the bog a little ridge was all that stood ...
... stood was one of the giants which , with the Muneraw for centre , guard the watershed . Had I taken the proper way , the Nick o ' the Threshes would have led me to the Caulds , and then once over the bog a little ridge was all that stood ...
Page 19
... with hurry , and I was longer over the job than need have been . But at length I had loosed my cramped knees and stood on my feet , a free man once more . ran and deaf . Then to my amaze- ment food 1899. ] 19 No - Man's - Land .
... with hurry , and I was longer over the job than need have been . But at length I had loosed my cramped knees and stood on my feet , a free man once more . ran and deaf . Then to my amaze- ment food 1899. ] 19 No - Man's - Land .
Page 20
... stood the shep- herd's cottage . The loch could not be far ; once at the Farawa I would have the light of the shieling clear before me . Suddenly I heard behind me , as if coming from the hillside , the patter of feet . It was the sound ...
... stood the shep- herd's cottage . The loch could not be far ; once at the Farawa I would have the light of the shieling clear before me . Suddenly I heard behind me , as if coming from the hillside , the patter of feet . It was the sound ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Anno Domini arms asked believe better bishop Borgu British camp Carlist Church cried dark dear enemy England English eyes face Fairbrother father fear feel feet fight fire followed French girl Gladstone Government Gurkhas hand head heard heart hill Hodson honour horses hour Hugh Sinclair Hume Brown Jebba knew Kurtz Lady Betty land laughed Lavengro less lived looked Lord Lord John Russell Lord Palmerston Lord Rosebery Lord Salisbury Marie ment Mereworth miles mind Montrose morning mother mountains ness never Niger night NORTH officers once party passed river rock round Scotland Scouts seemed SHEPHERD side Sir George Trevelyan smile stood talk Tante Lotje tell Thames thing thought TICKLER tion told took turned Vanna Verona voice walked woman word young
Popular passages
Page 563 - I did not betray Mr. Kurtz— it was ordered I should never betray him— it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this shadow by myself alone— and to this day I don't know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.
Page 170 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
Page 555 - There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs.
Page 571 - Yes,' said I, and forthwith handed him the famous Report for publication, if he thought fit. He glanced through it hurriedly, mumbling all the time, judged 'it would do,' and took himself off with this plunder. "Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl's portrait. She struck me as beautiful — I mean she had a beautiful expression. I know that the sunlight can be made to lie, too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade...
Page 170 - I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences. "I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally...
Page 555 - ... no two of the same size; all this brought within reach of my hand, as it were. And then I made a brusque movement, and one of the remaining posts of that vanished fence leaped up in the field of my glass. You remember I told you I had been struck at the distance by certain attempts at ornamentation, rather remarkable in the ruinous aspect of the place. Now I had suddenly a nearer view, and its first result was to make me throw my head back as if before a blow. Then I went carefully from post...
Page 568 - I blew the candle out and left the cabin. The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored. He leaned back, serene, with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness. A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces. Suddenly the manager's boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone...
Page 222 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having...
Page 565 - ... head pretty well; but when I had him at last stretched on the couch, I wiped my forehead, while my legs shook under me as though I had carried half a ton on my back down that hill. And yet I had only supported him, his bony arm clasped round my neck— and he was not much heavier than a child. "When next day we left at noon, the crowd, of whose presence behind the curtain of trees I had been acutely conscious all the time, flowed out of the woods again, filled the clearing, covered the slope...
Page 175 - In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech — and nothing happened. Nothing could happen.