Here are the quotations for this week (April 30 to May 6th):
1. The old Tower musket went off with a bang, and a young buffalo bellowed
in pain.
'More sorcery!' shouted the villagers. 'He can turn bullets. Buldeo, that
was thy buffalo.'
2. …There were seven native policemen in Tibasu, and four crazy
smooth-bore muskets among them. All the men were gray with fear, but not
beyond leading. Michele dropped the key of the telegraph instrument, and
went out, at the head of his army, to meet the mob...
3. I had seen the equipment of the infantry. One-third of it was an old
muzzle-loading fowling piece, with a ragged rust-hole where the nipples
should have been, one-third a wire-bound matchlock with a worm-eaten
stock, and one third a four-bore flint duck-gun, without a flint...
The sources of last week’s extracts (April 23rd to 29th) are as follows:
1. (…She looked like the pious Abigail who has just spoken her mind, and
with folded hands, sits thanking heaven among the pieces…) This is from
"Their Lawful Occasions", in Traffics and Discoveries.
2. (…Usually she was elbowing fidgeting and coaxing her steadfast way
through gray, gray-blue, or black hollows…) This is from "Captains
Courageous".
3. (…Imagine a respectable charwoman in the tights of a ballet-dancer
rolling drunk along the streets…) This is from "The Devil and the Deep
Sea" in The Day's Work.
Good wishes to all
John R
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