I stump down my field, not the lane past Mike's, and the ewes think it's feeding time. I let them bombard me, grateful for the noisy bleating of their cupboard love.

There should be no plea put in by him in his absences, that he had only gone to catch a few fish, when his intentions had been other than piscatorial.

If the Spaniards merely meant to subjugate the Sulu, suppressing piracy and lawlessness on the way and no more, they would have been applauded in many quarters.

The natives, who designate the latter as the Maha, or Great Wanderu, to distinguish it from the Kala, or Black one […]