There were tracks of cattle all over his six hundred and forty acres.

There were three other men within this prison whom Barton would have liked to liberate, but they were in other cell blocks.

There were seven of them, enough for a show of strength -- to run a bluff.

There were no tracks of either hoofs or boots.

There were two horses in the barn, a sway-backed dun and Jess Crouch's buckskin.

There was raw fury in his eyes, and the veins of his neck were swollen.

There were no less than six or seven saloons in Ganado, not counting the lower class dives, all vying for the trade of celebrating miners and teamsters.

There were gigantic blisters and rope burns on our hands ; ;

There was a measure of protection in its concrete walls and ceiling, but the engineers who hastily installed it were well aware that concrete is not much better than prayer, if as efficacious, when a direct hit comes along.

There were fantastic flowers without perfume, and gaudy birds without song.

There were two rubbing sticks for making fire, two stones shaped roughly like knives, a woven-root container which held a few pounds of dried worms and the dead body of some rodent.

There were fences in the old days when we were children.

There were more indications by the mid-twentieth century.

There is evidence to suggest, in fact, that many authors of the humorous sketches were prompted to write them -- or to make them as indelicate as they are -- by way of protesting against the artificial refinements which had come to dominate the polite letters of the South.

There were no reasons for such suppositions then.

There were three years of this strange warfare ; ;

There never were two fames alike.

There were times that he worked with both lyricists simultaneously.

There is a mediocre restaurant at Sounion and I fed a thin little Grecian cat and gave it two saucers of water -- there was no milk -- which it lapped up as though it were nectar.

There was much sickness in the corps, and the men were, in addition, without the clothing, shoes, and blankets needed for the winter weather.

There were several men of ninety or more whom I knew first or last, all of whom were still productive and most of whom knew one another as if they had naturally come together at the apex of their lives.

There were four from St. John's and four from Christ's, three from Pembroke, and two from each of the colleges, Jesus, Peterhouse, Queens', and Trinity, with Caius, Clare, King's, Magdalene, and Sidney supplying one each in the ordo senioritatis.

There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.

There was something about the contour of her face, her smile that was like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held her head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely anything she did which did not fascinate me.

There is little time for the men in the command centers to reflect about the implications of these clocks.

There was something about his face that disturbed me and it took several seconds to realize what.

There are many domains in which understanding has brought about widespread and quite appropriate reduction in ritual and fear.

Said: `` There are things I must tell you about this man you are marrying which he does not know himself ''.

There had been something sinister about him that warned me against him, -- I had never felt that way about any other boy, -- but when he uttered his name on the telephone I had forgotten this and I was glad to do what he asked of me.

There is, of course, nothing new about dystopias, for they belong to a literary tradition which, including also the closely related satiric utopias, stretches from at least as far back as the eighteenth century and Swift's Gulliver's Travels to the twentieth century and Zamiatin's We, Capek's War With The Newts, Huxley's Brave New World, E. M. Forster's `` The Machine Stops '', C. S. Lewis's That Hideous Strength, and Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, and which in science fiction is represented before the present deluge as early as Wells's trilogy, The Time Machine, `` A Story Of The Days To Come '', and When The Sleeper Wakes, and as recently as Jack Williamson's `` With Folded Hands '' ( 1947 ), the classic story of men replaced by their own robots.

There are some clubs which claim they learned something about pitching to him last year.

There are a number of other considerations besides this one but it is for the Congress, not the Department of Justice, to balance these various considerations and make a judgment about legislation.

There was something maimed and crazy about its motion that disturbed them.

There is no such thing as being diligent about national affairs but indifferent about home needs.

There was an air of revolt about the children -- even irreverence for their own principles.

There are about 200 different kinds of Andrena in Europe alone.

There need be no squeamishness about admitting this.

There is therefore nothing about them to which an attitude of approval or condemnation could be fitting.

There is nothing remarkable about this at all.

There is only one sense in which it is valid to talk about Hardy's development: he did develop toward a more consistent and more effective control of that tone which we recognize as uniquely his.

There was the Hungarian Revolution which we praised and mourned, but did nothing about.

There is nothing infra dig about a good blend from a good shipper.

There is reason to suppose that Lucy would have made a record as publicly distinguished as her brother had it not been that her mother's death occurred just as she was about to enter college.

There is a humorous but revealing story about a rancher who owned a large slice of Texas and who wanted to have on it everything that was necessary for a completely pleasant community.

There is much talk in theological circles about the `` Church as Mission '' and the `` Church's Mission '' ; ;