When they were closer and he saw that one was a woman, he was more puzzled than ever.

Now he saw that both the man and woman were moving slowly and irregularly, staggering, as if they found it a struggle to remain on their feet.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

When they were finally satisfied, Jones said, `` I think he's going to give us work ''.

Now they were riding to kill him.

All were carrying guns they had seized up, but they were half-clad or hardly clad at all.

Beyond the stockade rifles began to explode as some of the guerrillas fired at shadows that they imagined were Apaches.

But what few containers they found were inadequate.

Hell, they were fightin' each other so hard they had no time for anyone else.

At first they were only feathers and dark indistinguishable faces and bodies, hunched over their horses' heads.

A second leaped from his horse to the top of the bale, firing four arrows in such rapid succession it didn't seem possible they were in flight.

They weren't sleeping, of course, but they thought they were doing him a favor by pretending.

They expected greater things from him, regardless of how trying the circumstances, and they were disappointed.

But they were starting a new life.

They were going to town, and they were both excited.

I knew that three or four of them were almost always present in the hall, but what they were doing, and exactly where, I could not tell.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

Out in the center of the circle the farmer, who was Dan, wasted no time when they came to the line, `` The farmer choose his wife ''.

Although they drew light ground fire they saw no signs of activity.

He had no doubt the marine was the lead scout of a column, and while his shot had probably bred indecision, they would soon come hunting.

It was snowing hard when they got there and they saw no horses outside.

Poor where they had once been rich, humbled where they had been arrogant, having no longer any hope of sharing in the leadership of the nation, the rebels who would not surrender in spirit drew comfort from the sympathy they felt extended to them by the mother country.

Occasionally, for no reason that I could see, they would suddenly alter the angle of their trot.

When, in 1832, the South Carolina nullifiers adopted the principle of state interposition which Madison had advanced in his old Virginia Resolve, they elicited no encouragement from that senior statesman.

When it comes to this, I shall prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretence of loving liberty -- to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, without the base alloy of hypocrisy '' ( His emphasis )

Lucretius has remarked: `` The reason why all Mortals are so gripped by fear is that they see all sorts of things happening in the earth and sky with no discernable cause, and these they attribute to the will of God ''.

My brother and mother got no value from their religion when they died.

Every morning early, in the summer, we searched the trunks of the trees as high as we could reach for the locust shells, carefully detached their hooked claws from the bark where they hung, and stabled them, a weird faery herd, in an angle between the high roots of the tulip tree, where no grass grew in the dense shade.

By no means would we discourage the production of ideas: they provide raw materials with which to work ; ;

In no other situation would a group of doctors, struggling competently to improve the life expectancy of a man beloved by the world, be subjected to such merciless and persistent questioning, and before they were prepared to demonstrate the kind of verbal precision which alone can clarify for mankind the problems it faces.

But when he showed his new figurative pictures to his artist friends of the abstract camp, they paid him no compliments and drew long faces.

As they looked with nostalgia to a society which had been swept away, they were probably no more than half-conscious that they painted in colors which had never existed.

Only, they carefully substituted old country folk dances for the Virginia Reels and square dances that were so popular among more worldly trains in the great westward migration.

Perhaps her eyes were larger and more of a summer blue for all they had seen and wept that day.

Then he took off his wet boots and dropped down into the water to talk with the beasts, needing their comfort more than they needed his.

Because he couldn't hear them, he was more convinced they were there.

Only one rule prevailed in my conversations with these men: The more highly placed they are -- that is, the more they know -- the more concerned they have become.

Unanimously they believe that the world would become a safer place if more of us -- and more Russians and Communist Chinese, too -- thought about accidental war.

Isfahan became more of a legend than a place, and now it is for many people simply a name to which they attach their notions of old Persia and sometimes of the East.

On Fridays, the day when many Persians relax with poetry, talk, and a samovar, people do not, it is true, stream into Chehel Sotun -- a pavilion and garden built by Shah Abbas 2, in the seventeenth century -- but they do retire into hundreds of pavilions throughout the city and up the river valley, which are smaller, more humble copies of the former.

Out of water, brick, and tile they have made far more than just a bridge.

Their writings assume more than dramatic or patriotic interest because of their conviction that the struggle in which they were involved was neither selfish nor parochial but, rather, as Washington in his last wartime circular reminded his fellow countrymen, that `` with our fate will the destiny of unborn millions be involved ''.

Indeed, the old Jeffersonians were far more atune to the Hamilton-oriented Whigs than they were to the Jacksonian Democrats.

Rather than putting their trust in ephemeral sensations they seek form in the stable relationships of pure design, which symbolize an order more real than the disorder of the perceptual world.

So great a man could not but understand, too, that the thing that moves men to sacrifice their lives is not the error of their thought, which their opponents see and attack, but the truth which the latter do not see -- any more than they see the error which mars the truth they themselves defend.

They differed in the balance they believed essential to the sovereignty of the citizen -- but the supreme sacrifice each made served to maintain a still more fundamental truth: That individual life, liberty and happiness depend on a right balance between the two -- and on the limitation of sovereignty, in all its aspects, which this involves.