" Opening his medicine case, he bent over the racked sufferer.

Spying a herd of elk, we started in pursuit of them, and creeping up towards them as slyly as possible, while going around the bend of a sharp bluff or bank of the creek I slipped and broke my leg just above the ankle.

There were no sounds except the tinkle of the sulphurous stream: successive bends in the cañon wall had shut off even the faintest echoes of the bacchanalia on the beach.

He bent to the black hole and sniffed cautiously.

Ever since the elections there seem to be a lot of fellows bent on bringing the place to the dogs.

Specialized branches push out in the most unthought-of places, and bend with the great cones, at once marking individual character, and this being constantly augmented from year to year by the varying action of the sunlight, winds, snow-storms, etc., the individuality of the tree is never again lost in the general forest.

"And that is?" said my father, bending toward her attentively.

And as he passes, bending under the weight of his sacks, you catch the chink of the little empty coffee-cups without handles, which the itinerant Arab is soon to fill for his patrons from the portable coffee-pot in his left hand, or the tremulous "malpurwa jaleibi" of the lean Hindu from Kathiawar who caters for the early breakfast of the millhand.

Such a face the mathematician bends above his paper when some obstructive factor arises between him and his solution.

You, my Lord, support the Globe, as if you did not feel its Weight; nor so much as seem to bend beneath it: Your Zeal for the Glorious Monarch you love and serve, makes all things a Pleasure that advance his Interest, which is so absolutely your Care.

" But Miss Prudence was bending towards her and tak

" "Hey?" inquired the Boy, straining at his sled-rope and bending before the blast.

Outside the circle of light were mysterious thingsstrange wavings of white hands, bendings of figures, callings of voices, rustling of feet.

Oh, the days are growing longer; Over whispering streams will rushes lean, To answer the waves' soft murmurous call; The lily will bend from its watch-tower green, To list to the lark's low madrigal, And the days are growing longer.

I've bent at Fortune's shrine too long

After one has seen pines six feet in diameter bending like grasses before a mountain gale, and ever and anon some giant falling with a crash that shakes the hills, it seems astonishing that any, save the lowest thickset trees, could ever have found a period sufficiently stormless to establish themselves; or, once established, that they should not, sooner or later, have been blown down.

It cut as she bent into it.

As at Rellano, at Conejos, and at other places in the campaign where the railroad swept in big bends around the hills, no attempt was made on the Federal side to cut off the rebels' retreat by short-cut flanking movements of cavalry, of which Huerta had more than he could conveniently use, or chose to use.

There were youths that held by me, Youths with slightly furrowed brows, Bent for thought like bended bows; Youths with souls of high degree Said that I alone could teach them, I, one of themselves, could reach them; I alone had insight nurst, Cared for Truth and not for Form, Would not call a man a worm, Saw God's image in the worst.

"Yes, I get the whole cash trade of the niggers in Hooker's Bend by never cheating one and never trusting one.

Observe his sidling gait, his skirts pulled close, his hollowed back, his head bent across his shoulder, his startled eye!

The old cottage sat silent with closed doors, the crape hanging heavily over the funeral notice like a widow's veil, the little unseen garden sending up odors from its hidden censers, and the old weeping-willow bending over all.

spake Sir Fidelis, low-bending to his task; and thereafter sighed, and bowed him lower yet.

As he was sitting one evening at the door of his house, bending about his lithe arms in the way he was wont, two itinerant Sticklebacks chanced to pass that way.

Ah! since my lord Duke Beltane died, what sights these eyes have seen!" "Old man," quoth Beltane, bending near, "who art thou?" "I am the ghost that haunts this place, but, ages since, I was Sir Robert Bellesme of Garthlaxton Keep.