Diana's Short Stories

Indeed, some of our common species have grown almost too familiar with the wheel: it has become a positive danger to them. They not infrequently mistake its rate of speed and injure themselves in attempting to fly across it. Recently I had a thrush knock himself senseless against the spokes of my forewheel, and cycling friends have told me of similar experiences they have had, in some instances the heedless birds getting killed. 

 

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"That'll do," said the fireman, at once releasing the temporary maniac, and going to a book where he calmly made an entry of the name of the square, the hour of the night, and the nature of the call.  Two lines sufficed.  Then he rose, put on his helmet, and thrust a small hatchet into his belt, just as the engine was dragged to the door of the station.

 

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“Sounds so,” returned Dick, sighing with relief as the buggy turned to the right into Common Street. “You must read it to me when you get it finished. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to get ‘Young Sleuth’ to work for us here, Fudge, and find a football coach.”
“That’s right! I hope they turn him down good and hard when he comes back in the Spring and wants to coach the nine again!”

 

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“Now I think you must all run out for the rest of the day,” said the nurse, “because your mama wants to see you all again this evening.”
“I wish we could get up something expressly for mama’s amusement,” said Agnes, when they had gone into the nursery.
“How would you like to have some tableaux in here?” asked their French governess, Miss Marcelle.

 

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It gives us, however, a glimpse of the diverse and squalid tribes that made up the confederacy. This included the "Canoe Indians" of the Sound and of the Oregon sea coast, whose flat heads, greasy squat bodies, and crooked legs were in marked contrast with their skill and dexterity in managing their canoes and fish spears and the bold, predatory riders of eastern Oregon and Washington.

 

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The little island of St. Helena is situated about fifteen miles from Mackinac Island, in Lake Michigan. Two brothers, named Archie and Carl Newton had located at this little island; they bought the land around the little harbor and put out a good dock, built a large store and house and prepared to establish a business with the fishermen of lower Lake Michigan. 

 

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"See here, I do not trust this affair one bit, and I want to tell you straight out, I am going to make tracks! I will spy for you until you reach the sea cow pool, but I am not going to be the one to await your arrival there."
Elephant had to act as advance guard because he could walk so softly and could hear and smell so well. Then came Lion with one division of the animals, then Wolf received orders to bring up the rear.

 

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"It was just like a homecoming to get back with our own boys again after everyone thought you were dead. Everything ran along smoothly for awhile until I was detailed as a dispatch rider, one of the most dangerous jobs in the army. The average term of a dispatcher's life is just twenty three minutes, so you can't blame me for taking out $10,000 worth of life insurance."

 

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The Archer was the image of Hercules, for whom the Egyptians had great veneration. The Capricorn was consecrated to Pan or Mendes. The Waterer or man carrying a water pot is found on many Egyptian monuments. This process of deification was rendered easier by the custom they had of celebrating a festival each month, under the name neomenia. 

 

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Of none of these, not until 1661 is there any authenticated record of a permanent settlement in North Carolina. A year or two previous to that date, George Durant, a planter from Virginia, attracted by the enthusiastic accounts he had heard of the desirable lands to be found lying to the south, started out on an exploring expedition to see for himself.

 

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