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...Manhattan, one John A. Bosmans 32, Dutch inventor from Brooklyn, exhibited a novel gasoline engine having no connecting rods, wrist pins or crankcase, but instead, hollow pistons fastened directly to the drive shaft at their centre, propelled by two firing chambers each, one above and one below. Inventor Bosnians claimed to have refused a million for his patents; threatened to revolutionize automobiles...
...doctor spoke sincerely. Mr. Edwards at that time had hollow flanks. The thinness of his arms was hardly compensated for by the unhappy protuberance of his abdomen. A course at the Manlius Military School, however, so far improved him that he weighed 217 pounds before he went away to school at Lawrenceville. He became the idol of his fellows. Second formers stuffed pillows under their coats in order to resemble him. He was bulky then, but hard, and quick afoot. He entered Princeton at 268. In his junior year (1898) he became the Princeton captain, and his fame boomed like...
...cells of the brain, each alone, yet united in a common consciousness, each fiercely kinetic, yet keeping its place in a segment, an area at once cut off from and united to other areas by dark intersecting lanes, and every cell, every segment, every area of the vast filled hollow burning inward and downward upon the mysterious core of its life-a little white ring with four posts. To conceive of this is not to exaggerate. But you must add that every cell of this huge mind was itself a mind. And that one mind, one cell, included the whole...
Outside of Plain Dealing, La., little dun dogs peered through slack, seamy, deep-set eyes, sniffed eagerly. Five hundred and two armed men followed. They shook trees, stuck sticks up hollow logs- suddenly licked parched lips as the hounds began to whimper. They were looking for Judge Powell, Negro. Fool, he had slain Sheriff Dooley. Now they had found him. He whimpered as the hounds leapt about him, yelped. He cowered in the cotton field. Guns spat. He shrieked, groaned, died. Little dun dogs closed in, sniffed eagerly. At Wytheville, Va., last week gentry stormed the county jail; shot Raymond...
...with such stormy concentration were usually as tranquil as twilight. Brown cows sunk in August meadows, fly-twitching, drowsily browsing; sheep streaming, grey blurs, cloud-patterned, home over a hill to a fold of peaceful and fleecy sleep; valleys folded in mist, green V's in the breast-hollow of a hill-range, ponds lying like shields at sunset, fishing boats blown out of shimmer to the white shadow of a cliff patched by a marvelous tiny woman, waiting, orchards in May, acres of blossoms pale and adream with the promise of bees and a deathless summer. Often...