After resting a few moments, I began to look about among the flood-boulders of Eaton Creek for a camp-ground, when I came upon a strange, dark-looking man who had been chopping cord-wood.

They called 'em cord beds sometimes.

Dwelling one summer on the New Jersey shore, I used to loiter, day after day, upon a deserted wharf, at the end of which was ever to be seen a broad-beamed fisherman, sitting upon an uncomfortably wooden chair, from which he dabbled perpetually with his whip-cord line in the shallow water that washed the slimy face-timbers of the wharf.

Wil-lie was ear-ly a-foot; for the day, ac-cord-ing to the hands, was to be a day of la-bour, with its fruits.

The trunk is usually short, dividing near the ground into great, wide-spreading limbs, and these again into a multitude of slender sprays, many of them cord-like and drooping to the ground, like those of the Great White Oak of the lowlands (Q. lobata).

Here we found about thirty, I think, of the brethren, in their coarse black habits and cord belts, with rosary, shaved crowns, and fixed eyes; some kneeling, and others prostrate upon the stony floor,picturesquely grouged, à la Rembrandt, about the steps of the altar and other parts of the chapel.

"Oh, oh!" said the farm-er, "if he can reap so well, per-haps he can plough:" so ac-cord-ing-ly the next morn-ing found lit-tle Wil-lie as a plough-man.

Say, that feller up in that room gin eight dollars for that cord o' wood, an' it ain't good for nothin'.

Gouffre de la Fou, 4 hours there and backguide necessary to descend to the bottom of the "Gouffre," for which the "espadrilles" (cord sandals) must be worn.

People who had those cord springs felt themselves.

A fine line of pain, like a cord tightening, was binding her head, and she put up two fingers to each temple, pressing down the throb.

"My daughter," replied the cord-wainer, "with sixty thousand pounds at your lordship's service.

The whole of the next afternoon was spent in a careful examination of desks and boxes, but with no result beyond the discovery that Mugford owned a cord waistcoat which he had 'never had the moral courage to wear.

Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among your crew?" William, who high upon the yard, Rocked by the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord glides swiftly through his glowing hands,