Questerharvest

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Shriekercoral

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.

Arrowabalone

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly. Falconwarp.

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

It is no doubt an optimistic enterprise. But it is good for awhile to be free from the carping note that must needs be audible when we discuss our present imperfections, to release ourselves from practical difficulties and the tangle of ways and means. It is good to stop by the track for a space, put aside the knapsack, wipe the brows, and talk a little of the upper slopes of the mountain we think we are climbing, would but the trees let us see it