There is no wilderness where I can hide from these things, there is no haven where I can escape them; though I travel
to the ends of the earth, I find the same accursed system--I find that all the fair and noble impulses of humanity, the dreams of poets and the agonies of martyrs, are shackled and bound in the service of organized and predatory Greed
They are wayworn by the travel
that goes by and over them, without traveling themselves.
The learned men from other planets and other systems come here and hang around a while, when they are touring around the Kingdom, and then go back to their own section of heaven and write a book of travels
, and they give America about five lines in it.
Her wonderful travels
, and the strange countries she had seen, and the adventures she had had, made her a marvel and a heroine of romance.
Let us hear, then, what it is at its best estate--gaze on its bright side, if it has one; and then imagination may task her powers to add dark lines to the picture, as she travels
southward to that (for the colored man) Valley of the Shadow of Death, where the Mississippi sweeps along.
She always travels
with her own sheets; an excellent precaution.
Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word BOOK acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver's Travels
from the library.
I used to send her on her travels
round the grounds - now on foot, and now on a pony; indulging her with a patient audience of all her real and imaginary adventures when she returned.
But the whole scene passed off in the breath of the last word spoken by his nephew; and he and the Spirit were again upon their travels
I had a greedy relish for a few volumes of Voyages and Travels
- I forget what, now - that were on those shelves; and for days and days I can remember to have gone about my region of our house, armed with the centre-piece out of an old set of boot-trees - the perfect realization of Captain Somebody, of the Royal British Navy, in danger of being beset by savages, and resolved to sell his life at a great price.
Now Galazi ceased, and gazed idly towards the kraal of the People of the Axe, and as he looked his eyes caught a gleam of light that seemed to travel
in and out of the edge of the shadow of Ghost Mountain as a woman's needle travels
through a skin, now seen and now lost in the skin.
Ivanhoe,'' he said, ``was so well acquainted with the language and manners of the French, that there was no fear of his incurring any hazard during that part of his travels