I was left here to guard your slumbers; and for one hundred years I have been out under the shed
reading a book.
For eighteen hundred years, though perchance I have no right to say it, the New Testament has been written; yet where is the legislator who has wisdom and practical talent enough to avail himself of the light which it sheds
on the science of legislation.
Well, a cat does--but you let a cat get excited once; you let a cat get to pulling fur with another cat on a shed
, nights, and you'll hear grammar that will give you the lockjaw.
When he had got out on the shed
he put his head in again, and cussed me for putting on frills and trying to be better than him; and when I reckoned he was gone he come back and put his head in again, and told me to mind about that school, because he was going to lay for me and lick me if I didn't drop that.
But should the king's soldiers shed
one drop of American blood, then it was a quarrel to the death.
It was but man, I thought, who shed
Laurels upon me: and the rush - The torrent of the chilly air Gurgled within my ear the crush Of empires - with the captive's prayer - The hum of suiters - and the tone Of flattery 'round a sovereign's throne.
It was a bungalow of unpainted wood, consisting of two small rooms, and outside was a small shed
that served as a kitchen.
At last he came to rest in a clump of bushes near a locked-up and deserted refreshment shed
within view of the American side.
To the left, not far from the farthest cannon, was a small, newly constructed wattle shed
from which came the sound of officers' voices in eager conversation.
Instead of remaining steeped to the lips in the strong interest of what is still perhaps our chief fiction, I shed
my tribute of tears, and went on my way.
It should have arrived at Hugson's Siding at midnight, but it was already five o'clock and the gray dawn was breaking in the east when the little train slowly rumbled up to the open shed
that served for the station-house.
As von Horn and Professor Maxon talked together in the laboratory before the upsetting of vat Number Thirteen, a grotesque and horrible creature had slunk from the low shed
at the opposite side of the campong until it had crouched at the flimsy door of the building in which the two men conversed.