Word: path
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...given to the Association the only courts that were in the neighborhood were between the Society building and the College Hospital; a position in which they were not likely to be interfered with by the practising of the Team. The other courts that are now crowded in near the path have been marked there since then...
...hard to stand upright against the fresh, strong wind. I had never seen such sworls of spray before, nor such a foreboding sky, - a long oblique strip of blackness, like a pall, with ragged edges dipping to the very sea. Then I turned and slowly walked up the path to the little brown house, where the tall elms were swaying madly to and fro. A bright face welcomed me from the window. It was the little granddaughter of the old skipper in whose house I had spent the last two months. I had come there to recover from the effects...
...were sure we could find the way, although we had never been to the place before. After walking for a short distance the path which we had taken branched off from the main road. After hesitating a moment we decided to follow the path. It was skirted by dense woods on either side, but the moon had already risen and lighted the way. We had proceeded but a short distance, Jackson ahead, I following him (the way was narrow), with my eyes on the ground to keep the path, when suddenly he stopped short and wrenched my arm violently. Startled...
...face. The figure dilated mockingly, and the arms waved back and forth threateningly, glistening deathly white. The head bowed solemnly. Good Heavens! this was more than mortal flesh could bear. I gave a frightful yell, seized hold of Jackson, - he was a light fellow, - and turning, fled down the path. To my amazement, I heard a gay peal of laughter ahead. On a sudden, in my mad rush, I came upon a group of ladies and gentlemen. I halted, and we were surrounded at once by a sympathizing crowd. At last I recovered myself so far as to be able...
JUST north of the narrow path connecting Weld and Matthews there stands a low and scraggy beech. It has neither shapeliness of form nor comeliness of appearance. Neither can it boast utility, for the toil-worn student cannot cast himself beneath its grateful shade; inasmuch as its shade is not grateful, but rather to such a degree baneful, that, oppressed by the perennial gloom the grass grows but sparsely beneath its branches, and the damp, bare ground seems doomed to a lasting blight. Standing with its humble stature among the high-topped, overarching elms that surround it, this poor beech...