Half-hours with the Best American Authors, Volumen4J.B. Lippincott, 1886 |
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... Tiger - Hunt in India Poems of Humor . Old Grimes Mary's Bee • Little Breeches The Philosopher Toad Plain Language from Truthful James . BRET HARTE A Babylonish Ditty Nothing to Wear . · Labor in the Middle Ages . The Theory of ...
... Tiger - Hunt in India Poems of Humor . Old Grimes Mary's Bee • Little Breeches The Philosopher Toad Plain Language from Truthful James . BRET HARTE A Babylonish Ditty Nothing to Wear . · Labor in the Middle Ages . The Theory of ...
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... tiger in his cage . " Ka - la ! Koo - loo ! " howled Queequeg , as if smacking his lips over a mouthful of grenadier's steak . And thus with oars and yells the keels cut the sea . Meanwhile , Stubb , retaining his place in the van ...
... tiger in his cage . " Ka - la ! Koo - loo ! " howled Queequeg , as if smacking his lips over a mouthful of grenadier's steak . And thus with oars and yells the keels cut the sea . Meanwhile , Stubb , retaining his place in the van ...
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... the street , and the edges of the roof projecting like the teeth of a saw , where he sat on his stoop and smoked his pipe , time out of mind . A TIGER - HUNT IN INDIA . W. T. HORNADAY PAULDING ] 303 NO USE BEING IN A HURRY .
... the street , and the edges of the roof projecting like the teeth of a saw , where he sat on his stoop and smoked his pipe , time out of mind . A TIGER - HUNT IN INDIA . W. T. HORNADAY PAULDING ] 303 NO USE BEING IN A HURRY .
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A TIGER - HUNT IN INDIA . W. T. HORNADAY . [ The author of the Half - Hour reading here given , William T. Hornaday , a " mighty hunter " of the modern era , did not dare ... tiger 304 [ HORNADAY BEST AMERICAN AUTHORS . A Tiger-Hunt in India.
A TIGER - HUNT IN INDIA . W. T. HORNADAY . [ The author of the Half - Hour reading here given , William T. Hornaday , a " mighty hunter " of the modern era , did not dare ... tiger 304 [ HORNADAY BEST AMERICAN AUTHORS . A Tiger-Hunt in India.
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... tiger has once had his fangs in human flesh , he has an instinctive fear of man , and unless attacked and brought to bay will nearly always retreat from his pres- ence . But with his first taste of human blood that fear vanishes forever ...
... tiger has once had his fangs in human flesh , he has an instinctive fear of man , and unless attacked and brought to bay will nearly always retreat from his pres- ence . But with his first taste of human blood that fear vanishes forever ...
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