His hand touched something that was threshing about.

" At this speech the Cobbler stared and gaped more than ever, for there was such a threshing of thoughts going on within his poor head that his wits were all befogged with the dust and chaff thereof.

And I who know no more of fighting than can be learned on a peaceful farm A VOICE Thresh out his hayseed!

The Little Old Man of the Barn, Yon Little Old Man Will thresh with no light in the mouth of the night, The Little Old Man of the Barn.

The fall run of the salmon was on, and every stream was packed with the silver horde, threshing through shoal and rapid to reach the spawning ground before they died.

"Although a hundred thousand bushels of wheat may have been threshed in your granaries, your stomach will not contain more than mine.

With failing eyes bent on the whimpering grandmother he sighed a disheartened oath and threshed into a chair gasping "My woundopened again.

In reaching for the limb of the tree that threshed against the cliff, he lost his footing, and before I could grip him he went crashing through the foliage to the ground, some fifty feet below!

After tea, I sat up to the table and ended some barley-trimming that I'd just learned how to make; and as the little kernels came tumbling out from under my fingers, Stephen sat beside and watched them as if it was a field of barley, growing, reaped, and threshed under his eyes.

He told with some sprightliness of having seen threshings in Mexico, how the grain was beaten out with flails in the patios, and afterwards thrown up in the wind to winnow out.

He was delirious most of the time, and was fighting the battle of the Monongahela over and over again, giving orders and threshing from side to side of his couch in his agony.

The grizzly gave a spasmodic jerk as if stung and suddenly he made a prodigious leap off a ledge, down into a patch of brush, where he threshed like a lassoed elephant.

The soil about us shook to the long boom of thunder War loose and making music on his crashing brazen gongs The sharp hoof-beat, the thresh of feet stirred our old bones down under; Wheels upon wheels ground overhead; then with a glow of wonder We heard the chant of Englishmen singing their marching songs.

His seed was sown by hand; his hay was cut with scythes; his grain was reaped with sickles, and threshed on the barn floor with flails in the hands of his slaves.