Bill Nye and Boomerang: Or, The Tale of a Meek-eyed Mule, and Some Other Literary Gems

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W. B. Conkey Company, 1893 - American wit and humor - 280 pages
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Page 89 - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger?
Page 89 - And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land : and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country ; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him.
Page 130 - If ye are beasts, then stand here like fat oxen, waiting for the butcher's knife ! If ye are men, — follow me ! Strike down yon guard, gain the mountain passes, and there do bloody work, as did your sires at old Thermopylae.
Page 127 - Ye call me chief; and ye do well to call him chief who, for twelve long years, has met upon the arena every shape of man or beast the broad empire of Rome could furnish, and who never yet lowered his arm.
Page 130 - ... brass, and warm it in the marrow of his foe ;—to gaze into the glaring eyeballs of the fierce Numidian lion, even as a boy upon a laughing girl!
Page 128 - I clasped the knees of that venerable man, until my mother, parting the hair from off my forehead, kissed my throbbing temples and bade me go to rest, and think no more of those old tales and savage wars. That very night the Romans landed on our coast.
Page 126 - It had been a day of triumph in Capua. Lentulus, returning with victorious eagles, had amused the populace with the sports of the amphitheatre to an extent hitherto unknown even in that luxurious city. The shouts of revelry had died away; the roar of the lion had ceased; the last loiterer had retired from the banquet, and the lights in the palace of the victor were extinguished. The...
Page 126 - No sound was heard save the last sob of some retiring wave, telling its story to the smooth pebbles of the beach; and then all was still as the breast when the spirit has departed. In the deep recesses of the amphitheatre a band of gladiators...
Page 127 - If there be one among you who can say, that ever, in public fight or private brawl, my actions did belie my tongue, let him stand forth, and say it. If there be three in all your company dare face me on the bloody sands, let them come on.
Page 130 - Hark! hear ye yon lion roaring in his den? 'Tis three days since he tasted flesh, but to-morrow he shall break his fast upon yours, and a dainty meal for him ye will be.

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