 ... became hungry. Many wild beasts came plung'ing into the water beside us, and others swam across to our side and stood still. Although faint and weary, I managed to shoot a porcupine, and we all tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you...  The Missouri River journal 1843 (continued) Episodes - Sida 290efter John James Audubon - 1897Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | 1835 - 428 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...cannot tell, for about some of it I remember nothing. " Towards morning, although the heat did not abate, the smoke became less, and blasts of fresh air... | |
 | 1835 - 428 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...cannot tell, for about some of it I remember nothing. " Towards morning, although the heat did not abate, the smoke became less, and blasts of fresh air... | |
 | 1836 - 436 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...smoke still rushed over us and the burnt cinders and 126 127 fell thick about us.. How w»gi>t '"-'"ugh that t\if I really cannot tell, for about som»'«f... | |
 | 1837 - 486 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...How we got through that night I really cannot tell, or about some of it I remember nothing." Here the hunter paused, and took breath. The recital of his... | |
 | 1837 - 488 sidor
...covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each other, 'flic stitling and sickening smoke still rushed over us, and the...How we got through that night I really cannot tell, or about some of it I remember nothing." Here the hunter paused, and took breath. The recital of lus... | |
 | 1837 - 490 sidor
...tasted its fJcsh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...The stifling and sickening smoke still rushed over ns, and the burnt cinders and ashes fell thick about us. How we got through that night I really cannot... | |
 | 1862 - 908 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...cannot tell, for about some of it I remember nothing. Towards morning, although the heat did not abate, the smoke became less, and blasts of fresh air sometimes... | |
 | Present - 1843 - 236 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed, I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...cannot tell, for about some of it I remember nothing. " Towards morning, although the heat did not abate, the smoke became less, and blasts of fresh air... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground, and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each...for about some of it I remember nothing." Here the farmer paused and took breath. The recital of his adventure seemed to have exhausted him. His wife... | |
 | 1846 - 498 sidor
...tasted its flesh. The night passed I cannot tell you how. Smouldering fires covered the ground ; and the trees stood like pillars of fire, or fell across each other. The stifling and sickening smoke still ruahed over us, and the burnt cinders and ashes fell thick about ив. How we got through that night... | |
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