Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
'Meanwhile, apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure And silence swells into a dreamy sound, Early in the morning a herd of buffalo had been seen feeding on the slopes of the mountains, and some hunters went out to kill them. Travelling carefully up the ravines, and keeping out of sight of the herd, they came close to them, near enough to shoot their arrows, and they began to kill fat cows. But while they were doing this a war party of Snakes that had been hidden on the mountainside attacked them, and the Piegans began to run back toward their camp..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
⚡ Don't miss out on our limited time offer at lucky winner sign up today and receive a special ₹777 free bonus to kickstart your winning journey. It's your time to shine as a prosperous conqueror!I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
Whether a gentle breeze or a strong gust, be informed about the wind speeds at your location. Stay ahead of the weather changes with our wind updates.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"Keep your kiss," exclaims he, savagely, "since it cost you such an effort to give it, and keep the parchment too. It is yours because of my love for you." Time, with lovers, "flies with swallows' wings;" they neither feel nor heed it as it passes, so all too full of haste the moments seem. They are to them replete with love and happiness and sweet content. To-day is an accomplished joy, and to-morrow will dawn for no other purpose but to bring them together. So they think and so they believe. "Why do you accuse me of such a desire?" asks he, paling beneath her indignation, and losing courage because of the unshed tears that are gleaming in her eyes. "It is a very late hour for any one to be on the public road," says Lady Rodney, unpleasantly, quite forgetting that people, as a rule, do not go abroad in pale-blue satin gowns, and that therefore some time must have elapsed between Mona's return from her walk and the donning of her present attire. And so she overreaches herself, as clever people will do, at times..
298 people found this
review helpful