Six Selections from Irving's Sketch-book: With Notes, Questions, Etc., for Home and School UseGinn & Company, 1878 - 119 pages |
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... cloth . The bodies of the rich underwent the most complicated operations ; perfumes were put into the body , it was covered with natron and steeped in it for seventy days ; after this it was washed , steeped in balsam , and wrapped up ...
... cloth . The bodies of the rich underwent the most complicated operations ; perfumes were put into the body , it was covered with natron and steeped in it for seventy days ; after this it was washed , steeped in balsam , and wrapped up ...
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... on which things are arranged or placed , as here the vessels or dishes made of pewter . 388. Linsey - woolsey , coarse cloth made of linen and wool . of dried apples and peaches , hung in gay festoons 42 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
... on which things are arranged or placed , as here the vessels or dishes made of pewter . 388. Linsey - woolsey , coarse cloth made of linen and wool . of dried apples and peaches , hung in gay festoons 42 THE SKETCH - BOOK .
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... cloth jacket and 555 trousers , a round - crowned fragment of a hat , like the cap of Mercury , and mounted on the back of a ragged , wild , half - broken 529. Harried ( Fr. harrier , to molest , vex ; harer , to set on a dog to attack ...
... cloth jacket and 555 trousers , a round - crowned fragment of a hat , like the cap of Mercury , and mounted on the back of a ragged , wild , half - broken 529. Harried ( Fr. harrier , to molest , vex ; harer , to set on a dog to attack ...
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... clothes , screaming and chattering , nodding and bobbing and bowing , and pretending to be on good terms with every songster 635 of the grove . As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way , his eye , ever open to every symptom of culinary ...
... clothes , screaming and chattering , nodding and bobbing and bowing , and pretending to be on good terms with every songster 635 of the grove . As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way , his eye , ever open to every symptom of culinary ...
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... clothes , a rusty razor , a book of psalm - tunes full of dog's - ears , and a broken pitch - pipe . As to the ... cloth used for pantaloons , gaiters , etc. 1070. Dog's - ears , the turned - down corners of the leaves in a book ...
... clothes , a rusty razor , a book of psalm - tunes full of dog's - ears , and a broken pitch - pipe . As to the ... cloth used for pantaloons , gaiters , etc. 1070. Dog's - ears , the turned - down corners of the leaves in a book ...
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Page 51 - The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me ! " cried Bracebridge, laughing. At the sound of his voice, the bark was changed into a yelp of delight, and in a moment he was surrounded and almost overpowered by the caresses of the faithful animals.
Page 28 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Page 44 - It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or could be made to comprehend the strange events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there had...
Page 36 - ... robbed him of his gun. Wolf too had disappeared ; but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Page 38 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten...
Page 28 - Indian corn, or building stone fences ; the women of the village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them. In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody's business but his own ; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.
Page 37 - ... country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence...
Page 26 - Mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers.
Page 40 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question, when a knowing, self-important old gentleman in a sharp cocked hat made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded in an austere tone what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether...