The lips of the horses were still wet and frothy from the steel bars which had wrenched at their mouths all day. The difficulty with her idea was that she could not learn its value without trying it, and then in case of failure it would be too late for remedies and other plans.
The girl reflected for a moment. In all the stories she had read when at boarding-school in Pennsylvania, the girl characters, confronted with such difficulties, invariably did hair-breadth things.
At her low call they came and plunged at the box. The eyes became lit with a kind of humorous greeting. When she peeped again at the knot-hole, the calm, grey prisoner was seated upon the feed-box, thumping it with his dangling, careless heels as if it were in nowise his conception of a remarkable feed-box.
She stood for a moment with a curious smile upon her face as of gleeful satisfaction at her daring. Their ears were real ears. In his will he left everything to Taylor,  who took his body to New Jersey for burial.
It contained that extraordinary feed-box. An arm gestured at her. For a moment she regarded the shadows. But there was a sudden turmoil of the quilts, and her mother's head was thrust forth.
From the long grasses of the meadow came the rhythmic click of the insects. Their carbines were leaned against the wall. It was the "best room.
Maggie is not merely an account of slum life, but also represents eternal symbols. The horsemen were in blue. The great stretches of darkness could hide crawling dangers. And, indeed, the girl could hear the quick, dull trample of horses. From between the slats of the blinds she had a view of the road as it wended across the meadow to the woods, and again where it reappeared crossing the hill, half a mile away.
Apparently the escape of these men in the face of every improbability had been granted her, but her dominating emotion was fright. The pillows and the great feather mattress were muffled and tumbled until they resembled great dumplings.
It was instantly followed by the hoarse cry of a human voice, a far-away yell of warning, singing of surprise, peril, fear of death. True, they were usually bent upon rescuing and recovering their lovers, and neither the calm man in grey, nor any of the three in the feed-box, was lover of hers, but then a real heroine would not pause over this minor question.
She stooped down hastily and scanned the ground. From between the slats of the blinds she had a view of the road as it wended across the meadow to the woods, and again where it reappeared crossing the hill, half a mile away. Upon the bureau there was nothing at all save a spread newspaper, with edges folded to make it into a mat.
In this sign-language the girl described the situation in the barn. As if her reason had again departed from her, she ran around the barn, in at the door, and flung herself sobbing beside the body of the soldier in blue.
Although a Tribune colleague stated that Crane "was not highly distinguished above any other boy of twenty who had gained a reputation for saying and writing bright things,"  that summer his reporting took on a more skeptical, hypocrisy-deflating tone.
I--" "You ought to know," said the officer sharply. The man who had sworn began to make agitated apology: It moved slowly forward until its glance could fall upon the prisoner and then upon the sentry. The poles of the mow were barely covered, save in one corner where there was a little bunch.
In his first draft, Crane did not give his characters proper names. He's been in command of us yere since a long time. They did not all get in at the same moment without a good deal of a tangle.
Tones of grey came upon the fields, and the shadows were of lead.
The four bridle-reins were flung over a post. The wounded men gasped and muttered, but they at last were flopped down on the layer of feed which covered the bottom.
She could hear the voices of the men, and it seemed from their tone that they had camped there for years. The three comrades turned and plunged into the darkness.
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May, This film immerses us in Stephen Crane's Civil War story, and illustrates the ironies that emerge from the girl's encounters with soldiers from both the Confederate and Union armies.
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The girl was in the front room on the second floor, peering through the blinds. It was the "best room." There was a very new rag carpet on the.
This film immerses us in Stephen Crane's Civil War story, and illustrates the ironies that emerge from the girl's encounters with soldiers from both the Confederate and Union armies.
A Bernard Selling thesanfranista.com: DVD. Three Miraculous Soldiers by Stephen Crane. I. The girl was in the front room on the second floor, peering through the blinds. It was the "best room." There was a very new rag carpet on the floor.Stephen crane three miraculous soldiers