Panama and the Sierras: A Doctor's Wander Days

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Riverton Press, 1900 - Central America - 283 pages
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Page 239 - Let's see, — well, that forty-foot grave wasn't his, sir, that day, anyhow. For a blow of his pick Sorter caved in the side, And he looked and turned sick, Then he trembled and cried. For you see the dern cuss had struck — "Water?
Page 230 - by travel, — Whatever's the meaning of that. Oh, why did papa strike pay gravel In drifting on Poverty Flat ? Good night ! — here's the end of my paper ; Good night ! — if the longitude please, — For maybe, while wasting my taper, Your sun's climbing over the trees. But know, if you haven't got riches, And are poor, dearest Joe, and all that, That my heart's somewhere there in the ditches, And you've struck it, — on Poverty Flat.
Page 25 - And in one experience of travel, — sailing to the American tropics, — this feeling rose into ecstasy. It was when I beheld for the first time the grandest vision of blue in this world, — the glory of the...
Page 25 - In my own case the sight of vivid blue has always been accompanied by an emotion of vague delight. And in one experience of travel, this feeling rose into ecstasy. It was when I beheld for the first time the grandest vision of blue in this world the glory of the Gulf Stream; a magical splendor that made me doubt my senses — a flaming azure that looked as if a million summer skies had been condensed into pure fluid color for the making of it" — Lafcadio Hearn Exotics and Retrospectives, 1968 "He...
Page 227 - FORTY-NINE" You are looking now on old Tom Moore, A relic of bygone days ; A bummer, too, they call me now, But what care I for praise ? For my heart is filled with the days of yore, And oft I do repine, For the Days of Old, and the Days of Gold And the Days of 'Forty-nine.
Page 211 - NANCY BELL.'" TWAS on the shores that round our coast From Deal to Ramsgate span, That I found alone on a piece of stone An elderly naval man. His hair was weedy, his beard was long, And weedy and long was he, And I heard this wight on the shore recite, In a singular minor key : " Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.
Page 44 - First you have the wet season, lasting from about the 15th of April to the 15th of December, when people die of yellow fever in four or five days. Next you have the dry or healthy season, from December 15, FIVE YEARS AT PANAMA. 7 to April 15, when people die of pernicious fever in from twenty-four to thirty-six hours.
Page 22 - Between the andirons' straddling feet, The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered in a row, And, close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. What matter how the night behaved ? What matter how the north wind raved ? Blow high, blow low, not all its snow Could quench our hearth fire's ruddy glow.
Page 3 - To the stay-at-homes, be they such from choice or necessity ; with the tenderest sympathy of one who has left their ranks — never to return ; who has drunk of the Ambrosia of change and eaten of the Lotus of rest, this volume is affectionately inscribed by the author.

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