Spelling and Dictation Class-book

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T. Nelson and Sons, 1874 - 150 sidor
 

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Sida 137 - ... the year not a single shower moistens its foliage. Its branches appear dead and dried, but when the trunk is pierced, there flows from it a sweet and nourishing milk. It is at the rising of the sun, that this vegetable fountain is most abundant. The blacks and natives are then seen hastening from all quarters, furnished with large bowls to receive the milk, which grows yellow, and thickens at its surface. Some empty their bowls under the tree itself, others carry the juice home to their children....
Sida 137 - A RICH husbandman had two sons, the one exactly a year older than the other. The very day the second was born, he set in the entrance of his orchard, two young apple-trees of equal size ; which he cultivated with the same care, and which grew so equally, that no person could perceive the least difference between them.
Sida 92 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise.
Sida 142 - I turned into it to explore its course. Fir and. hemlock of a century's growth met overhead, and formed an archway radiant with frost-work. All was dark within ; but I was young and fearless, and as I peered into an unbroken forest that reared itself on the borders of the stream, I laughed with very joyousness.
Sida 137 - I give you these trees : you see they are in good condition. They will thrive as much by your care, as they will decline by your negligence ; and their fruit will reward you in proportion to your labour.
Sida 141 - I had left my friend's house one evening just before dusk, with the intention of skating a short distance up the noble river which glided directly before the door. The night was beautifully clear.
Sida 138 - Whom no authority could tame ; Restive by long indulgence grown, No will she minded but her own ; At trifles oft she'd scold and fret ; Then in a corner take a seat, And sourly moping all the day, Disdain alike to work or play.
Sida 15 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Sida 142 - The trees along the shore seemed to dance in the uncertain light, and my brain turned with my own breathless speed, yet still they seemed to hiss forth their breath with a sound truly horrible, when an involuntary motion on my part turned me out of my course. The wolves close behind, unable to stop, and as unable to turn on...

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