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Word: crossings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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Arrived at the sawmill his transcendental genius came into play. He had a burning, an overwhelming, desire to do something original. He proposed to cross the mill-pond on the logs, casually remarking that it was perfectly safe. His girl - well, she trusted in Diggles and went; so did a youth from Amherst (Diggles said he always went everywhere). The others prudently sat on the bank and waited. Every voice was hushed, every heart stopped beating, as hand-in-hand the dauntless three approached the margin of the deep black waters...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LOGOMACHY. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

Blithely they spring from log to log, and the blood tingles in the proud cheek of Diggles. What if Washington did cross the Delaware on the ice, was not this...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LOGOMACHY. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

Miss Meeker had but little strength left after these announcements, but she managed to say, "My dear, I have lived in Cambridge for thirty years, and never, never yet have I ventured to cross the College Yard, and you - you - " (here the good lady's feelings overcame her, and she resorted once more to the smelling-bottle...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: TOOTSY SWIDGER'S VISIT TO CAMBRIDGE. | 3/25/1881 | See Source »

GAIETY THEATRE. - 8 P.M.; Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday at 2. To-night and to-morrow, Miss Marie Wellesley, a pleasing actress, in "The Old Cross." Next week, "The Jollities...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE THEATRES. | 12/10/1880 | See Source »

...black shadows of the Ardennes stretched out ghostly arms to meet us, to receive us in their gloomy embrace. Did he not remember the blow, did he not remember Madelon? He shivered as a long howl rang like music in my ears, and murmured to himself that a cross-bow would not have been amiss; but still the wolves would seldom attack two, and if they did, a serf more or less made little difference, and while they were busy with me he could escape. But the change was coming, I felt it burning within me; and he started...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A NIGHTMARE. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

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