Название | Police!!! |
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Автор произведения | Robert W. Chambers |
Жанр | Языкознание |
Серия | |
Издательство | Языкознание |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 4057664584854 |
Robert W. Chambers
Police!!!
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664584854
Table of Contents
"Climbing about among the mangroves above the water"
"To see him feed made me sick."
"'Kemper!' I shouted.... 'He is one of them! Knock him flat with your riflestock!'"
"'Say, listen, Bo—I mean, Prof. I've got the goods.'"
"He played on his concertina ... on the chance that the music might lure a cave-girl down the hill."
"Moving warily and gracefully amid the great coquina slabs."
"I collapsed into the arms of the nicest looking one."
"The heavy artillery was evidently frightened."
"Somebody had swooned in his arms, too."
"'If you keep me up this tree and starve me to death it will be murder.'"
"Then a horrible thing occurred."
"I felt so sorry for her that I kissed her."
"Out of the mud rose five or six dozen mammoths ."
"Dr. Delmour used up every film in the camera to record the scientific triumph of the ages."
"'Everybody has put one over on me!' I shrieked."
"Miss Blythe had carried to her father a large bucket of lettuce leaves."
"'Don't let it bite!' cried the girl. 'Be careful, Mr. Smith!'"
"Kicked over the bucket of salad, and began to dance with rage."
"'It's a worm!' shrieked Blythe."
"'Which way do you usually go home?' I asked."
"'This little caterpillar ... is certain to find those leaves.'"
FOREWORD
Give me no gold nor palaces
Nor quarts of gems in chalices
Nor mention me in Who is Who
I'd rather roam abroad with you
Investigating sky and land,
Volcanoes, lakes, and glacial sand
I'd rather climb with all my legs
To find a nest of speckled eggs,
Or watch the spotted spider spin
Or see a serpent shed its skin!
Give me no star-and-garter blue!
I'd rather roam around with you.
Flatten me not with flattery!
Walk with me to the Battery,
And see in glassy tanks the seals,
The sturgeons, flounders, smelt and eels
Disport themselves in ichthyic curves—
And when it gets upon our nerves
Then, while our wabbling taxi honks
I'll tell you all about the Bronx,
Where captive wild things mope and stare
Through grills of steel that bar each lair