A dolorous place it was, this canoe house, filled with groans and sighs, corpses beneath the floor and composing the floor, creatures soon to be corpses upon the floor, corpses swinging in aerial sepulchre overhead, long black canoes, high-ended like beaked predatory monsters, dimly looming in the light of a slow fire
where sat an ancient of the tribe of Somo at his interminable task of smoke-curing a bushman's head.
And then, while I worked at building the hut, Maud tried out the oil from the blubber and kept a slow fire
under the frames of meat.
Voluptuousness: to the rabble, the slow fire
at which it is burnt; to all wormy wood, to all stinking rags, the prepared heat and stew furnace.
To compel them to do so, they plucked leaves of all the different trees that grow in that country, and boiled them over a slow fire
, while, at the same time, a sheep was killed by thrusting a long needle into its heart.
The rooster had been boiling steadily over a slow fire
since morning, but such was his power of resistance that his shape was as firm and handsome in the pot as on the first moment when he was lowered into it.
What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire
at the stake?
How, as that somebody slowly settled down into myself, did I begin to parch, and feel as if my outer covering of skin were a hard board; my tongue the bottom of an empty kettle, furred with long service, and burning up over a slow fire
; the palms of my hands, hot plates of metal which no ice could cool!
Gabriel was in imminent peril, and he knew it; but he preserved a steady silence; and would have done so, if they had been debating whether they should roast him at a slow fire
How would ye like to be tied to a tree, and have a slow fire
lit up around ye;--wouldn't that be pleasant,--eh, Tom?"
"Madame, you talk in enigmas, and you torment us at a slow fire
!" cried Montalais, who, terrified at seeing Louise become paler and paler, did not know to what saint to put up her vows.
It kept up a slow fire
of indignation and a trembling trouble of grief, which harassed and crushed me altogether.
'For,' says he, 'it's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire
; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.' He was as near making away with himself, just where the young lady stands, as near could be."