...that he never again equalled. Could a Honduran sunset be better photographed than in these words? — The mountains reached up their bulky shoulders to...with their torches the approach of soft-footed night. There is the trick of the diverted and diverting quotation: "Then," says I, "we'll export canned music...

...that he never again equalled. Could a Honduran sunset be better photographed than in these words? — The mountains reached up their bulky shoulders to...with their torches the approach of soft-footed night. There is the trick of the diverted and diverting quotation: "Then," says I, "we'll export canned music...

...never stood still beyond Oporto and El Refugio — ah, Dios! This is how he describes a tropic sunset : The day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana...with their torches the approach of soft-footed night. But one catches only fitful glimpses of this more serious O. Henry. It is as if the Momus who ruled...

...bulky shoulders to receive the level gallop of Apollo's homing steeds, the day died in the lagoons 196 and in the shadowed banana groves and in the mangrove...with their torches the approach of soft-footed night. There is the trick of the diverted and diverting quotation: "Then," says I, "we'll export canned music...

...that has never stood still between Oporto and El Refugio — ah, Dios! And here is a tropical sunset: The day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana...with their torches the approach of soft-footed night. At times in his earlier South American sketches he caught the very soul of the tropics, "the fetterless,...

...that has never stood still between Oporto and El Refugio— ah, Diosl And here is a tropical sunset: The day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana...with their torches the approach of soft-footed night. At times in his earlier South American sketches he caught the very soul of the tropics, "the fetterless,...

...lagoons and in the shadowed banana groves and in the mangrove swamps, where the great blue crabs VITO ssed a large chateau which showed testimony of recent entertainment. Lights sho ihe highest peaks. Then the brief twilight, ephemeral as the (light of a moth, came and went: the Southern...

...spoil the story. Wait till I come back. I want to hear it as it runs off the reel — is that right?'1 The mountains reached up their bulky shoulders to...with their torches the approach of softfooted night. On the sandy beach, with his back against a cocoanut-tree and the stulis of many cigars lying around...