Mandy was not only restricted to the use of spiritual feet; she was lame in the soul as well, poor creature, "Wingsair they callin' her a angel?" CHAPTER IX A BIT OF METAL In the valleys of Tennessee, spring has a trick of dropping down on the world like a steaming wet blanket.

My neck was lame from the dragging and my tongue dry from the choking.

He has, however, been partly lame for the last two years, from the effects, it is thought, of early exposure in his explorations in the west, where he used frequently to lie down in the swamps to sleep, with no pillow save clumps of bog, and no covering but a traveling Indian blanket, which sometimes when he awoke was cased in snow.

The anxiety depicted in the countenance of Mrs. Le Rue did not arise from any sympathy for the emaciated and suffering woman before her, but only from that natural vexation with which a farmer would regard the sudden falling lame of a valuable horse.

At that moment approached an elderly woman, poorly clad, blind of one eye, lame on one leg, and with her hair brushed into one large curl to hide the blind eyebut in vain, the defect was only the more conspicuous.

Seven months together I was lame with a strange pain in one foot, twice delivered from a bloody flux; a spurious cataract in my eye, with incessant webs and networks before it, hath continued these eight years, * *

"He was old, I have heard, and as lame as some of his verses.

I'm starting out on a new trail and I am likely to go lame at times.

And then, for months and months, I was in one hospital or another; and finally I was discharged as unfit for service, because I was too lame to march.

Juan meanwhile had freed himself from his bonds, and wandered sore and hungry and lame through the forest.

"Well, sir, I put the Old Missouri River to bed that night, and he'd flattened out to a very small streamlet indeed, while the locomotive went lame before supper, and had to be put in the round-house by a couple of pushers.

The new country caught the halt like Elder Thorndyke, the lame like the Fewkeses, the outcast like the Bushyagers and the Blivens, the blind like me, the far-seeing like N.V. Creede, the prophets like old Dunlap the Abolitionist and Amos Thatcher, and the great drift of those who felt a drawing toward the frontier like iron filings to a magnet, or came with the wind of emigration like tumble-weeds before the autumn blast.

I'm all right now, though I was a bit lame after that tumble.

Keohane's 'Jimmy Pigg' is less lame than yesterday.

Dans les brisants, parmi les lames en démence; L'endroit bon à la pêche, et, sur la mer immense, Le lieu mobile, obscur, capricieux, changeant, Où se plaît le poisson