American Inventions and Inventors

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Silver, Burdett, 1900 - Inventions - 298 pages
 

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Page 208 - Hiawatha!" With his knife the tree he girdled; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. "Give me of your boughs, 0 Cedar! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!
Page 260 - It was a true report that I heard in mine own land of thy acts and of thy wisdom. Howbeit I believed not the words, until I came, and mine eyes had seen it: and, behold, the half was not told me : thy wisdom and prosperity exceedeth the fame which I heard.
Page 208 - Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, Shaped them straightway to a framework, Like two bows he formed and shaped them Like two bended bows together. "Give me of your roots, O Tamarack!
Page 61 - Their line is gone out through all the earth : and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun...
Page 211 - ... not daring so much as to lodg my tongue a hair's breadth more on one side of my mouth than tother, nor so much as think on Lott's wife, for a wry thought would have oversett our wherey...
Page 208 - Of your balsam and your resin, So to close the seams together That the water may not enter, That the river may not wet me!
Page 183 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the Shirt ! " " Work ! work ! work ! While the cock is crowing aloof!
Page 209 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews; And it floated on the river ; Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Page 207 - Growing by the rushing river, Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me, Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing. That shall float upon the river, Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily! " 'Lay aside your cloak, O Birch Tree! Lay aside your white-skin wrapper. For the Summer-time is coming, And the sun is warm in heaven, And you need no white-skin wrapper...
Page 184 - SONG OF THE SHIRT. WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags. Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!

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