He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig
in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied their service to his will, his arms fell to his sides, the book to the earth; and powerless to move or cry out, he found himself staring into the sharply drawn face and blank, dead eyes of his own mother, standing white and silent in the garments of the grave!
A moment of silence ensued, and then was heard the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs
like the coming of many men; and forth from the glade burst a score or two of stalwart yeomen, all clad in Lincoln green, like Robin, with good Will Stutely and the widow's three sons at their head.
The stallion was last, and with a prodigious leap, the lion catapulted through the air to seize him; but the snapping twig
had robbed Numa of his dinner, though his mighty talons raked the zebra's glossy rump, leaving four crimson bars across the beautiful coat.
He was debating within himself the advisability of trying to find words to express this sentiment, when Mr Pickering, the modern Chingachgook, trod on another twig
in the background and Elizabeth stopped abruptly with a little cry.
She kept her eyes on the ground to make sure that no twig
nor stone tripped her hurrying feet.
This time I found much employment, and very suitable also to the time, for I found great occasion for many things which I had no way to furnish myself with but by hard labour and constant application; particularly I tried many ways to make myself a basket, but all the twigs
I could get for the purpose proved so brittle that they would do nothing.
For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs
under my feet, the faint rustle of the breeze above, and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.
We were fain to pacify them by chewing the tender bark of roots and twigs
, which, if they did not afford us nourishment, were at least sweet and pleasant to the taste.
Their miserable horse fared no better than themselves, having for the first day or two no other fodder than the ends of willow twigs
, and the bark of the cotton-wood tree.
The commonest dream of my early childhood was something like this: It seemed that I was very small and that I lay curled up in a sort of nest of twigs
Sparks and burning twigs
began to fall into the road, and single leaves like puffs of flame.
Through the hard century-old bark, even where there were no twigs
, leaves had sprouted such as one could hardly believe the old veteran could have produced.