Every Saturday night
we popped corn or made taffy, and Otto Fuchs used to sing, `For I Am a Cowboy and Know I've Done Wrong,' or, `Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairee.
, however, will soon be over, for with the moon we must be up and moving again.
During this time we discovered no uneasiness or desire to escape, which made them less suspicious of us; but in the dead of night
, as we lay in a thick cane-brake by a large fire, when sleep had locked up their senses, my situation not disposing me for rest, I touched my companion and gently awoke him.
By moonlight--the moon shines in all night
when there is a moon--I wouldn't know it was the same paper.
PHOEBE PYNCHEON slept, on the night
of her arrival, in a chamber that looked down on the garden of the old house.
He kept vigils, likewise, night
, sometimes in utter darkness, sometimes with a glimmering lamp, and sometimes, viewing his own face in a looking-glass, by the most powerful light which he could throw upon it.
Some mention was made also of the woman in white, that haunted the dark glen at Raven Rock, and was often heard to shriek on winter nights
before a storm, having perished there in the snow.
The whole thing took indeed more nights
than one, but on the first occasion the same lady put another question.
He was, however, so useful that two or three times York had hushed the matter up and kept it from the earl's knowledge; but one night
, when Reuben had to drive a party home from a ball he was so drunk that he could not hold the reins, and a gentleman of the party had to mount the box and drive the ladies home.
They could get bedding at a secondhand store, she explained; and they would not need any, while the weather was so hot-- doubtless they would all sleep on the sidewalk such nights
as this, as did nearly all of her guests.
There is so much to do about the play for Christmas night
," said Jo, marching up and down, with her hands behind her back, and her nose in the air.
The plan the writer had for the raising of his bed was forgotten and later the carpenter did it in his own way and the writer, who was past sixty, had to help himself with a chair when he went to bed at night