Word: tells
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...take his pay from a handful of silver, which I hold out to him. He considerately leaves me one small coin, value unknown. Several men gather around, and talk to me in the heathenish dialect of the country. I conclude to go no farther to-day, and tell them so. They seem satisfied, yet make no reply. Splendid scenery, although a thick fog, which has suddenly settled down upon us, renders the prospect somewhat indistinct...
...before me inquiringly. I point angrily at the stove, and say "Fire," with as correct a pronunciation as possible, at the same time pushing the cheese contemptuously aside. She goes to the stove, opens the door, and looks in stupidly, but, seeing no fire there, shakes her head. I tell her in English that I know there is no fire in the stove, but that I want her to build one. She pretends not to understand. I am too tired "to carry on a conversation," so give up the fire, and study the food vocabulary in my manual. The only...
What a splendid appetite one has at sea! Am sorry the voyage is so near an end. We approach Queenstown. A great many passengers are going to disembark here, as they are tired of the sea. I tell them I am going on to Liverpool, as I am anxious to be on the water as long as possible. They look surprised. N. B. I get off at Queenstown, and write home that I have had a delightful voyage...
...begins his work by pointing us down into the abyss of the unknowable. Alpine travellers tell us that sometimes a terrible abyss is bridged over by a reach of hard drifted snow, so solid that one can walk over it, for the most part, in security; so thin that a stroke of the alpenstock will pierce it, leaving an opening through which may be discerned the blue vacancy beneath. Herbert Spencer drives his staff through the thin stratum of drifted words, of consolidated forms of thought, of congealed tradition which we have felt to be so solid beneath our feet...
...than dead and aimless. The business of science is, indeed, analysis. It returns us elements for the wholes we give it. The danger is lest we lose the former, so much the more important. "The sense of the glory of the heavens is worth more than the physicist can tell us about them." But we are not to look for gain in religion more than in science. It might have been hoped that our author would grant us a faith somewhat purer and stronger than that of the worshippers of Ahura-Mazda, but he tells us, "a godless world implies...