I heard a zing close to my head and looked up again. Five or six men were lined up on the deck above me with rifles shooting at the shark.

[…] whereas, ten years since, there were thousands who could not endure my lightest word of rebuke to the South, they can now easily swollow John Brown whole, and his rifle into the bargain. In firing his gun, he has merely told us what time of day it is. It is high noon, thank God!

If the official receipt is not available, the appropriate CA officer will prepare a similar receipt in sextuplicate.

His father […] engaged him when he was very young to write all his letters to England in cipher.