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A Book of Winter Sports: An Attempt to Catch the Spirit of the Keen Joys of ...
J. C. Dier
Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2018
backward begin boat body called carried centre chute circle clear close club cold comes course covered cross curling curve direction distance edge eyes face fall feet figure five follow foot forward four front frozen give half hand head hill hold horse hour inches keep leave length less light look mark miles mountain move movement natural never night once pair pass play player position possible practice race reached rest rink road round runners sail seemed seen shoe short shot shoulder side skating skip sledge sleigh slide slope snow snow-shoe sometimes speed sport stand sticks stone stop straight strikes thick thing toboggan touch track turn usually valse weight whole wind winter wood yards
Էջ 61 - All this time, Mr Winkle, with his face and hands blue with the cold, had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet, and putting his skates on, with the points behind, and getting the straps into a very complicated and entangled state, with the assistance of Mr Snodgrass, who knew rather less about skates than a Hindoo. At length, however, with the assistance of Mr Weller, the unfortunate...
Էջ 63 - Not much," said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very hard. " I wish you 'd let me bleed you," said Mr. Benjamin, with great eagerness. " No, thank you," replied Mr. Winkle, hurriedly. " I really think you had better," said Allen. "Thank you," replied Mr. Winkle; "I'd rather not." " What do you think, Mr. Pickwick ?" inquired Bob Sawyer. Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and said, in a stern voice, " Take his skates off !" "No ; but really I had scarcely begun,
Էջ 63 - You're wery good, sir," replied Mr. Weller. "Just hold me at first, Sam; will you?" said Mr. Winkle. " There — that's right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam ; not too fast.
Էջ 131 - An' hungered maukin ta'en her way To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been. The thresher's weary flingin-tree The lee-lang day had tired me ; And whan the day had closed his e'e, Far i' the west, Ben i' the spence, right pensivelie, I gaed to rest.
Էջ 24 - ... church spire, sleeping with his fathers, and vexing his soul with poetry no more. Mark has covered him now with a fair Portland slab. He took Claude Mellot to it this winter before church time, and stood over it long with a puzzled look, as if dimly discovering that there were more things in heaven and earth than were dreamed of in his philosophy. "Wonderful fellow he was, after all! Mary shall read us out some of his verses to-night. But, I say, why should people be born clever, only to make...
Էջ 61 - Weller having shoveled and swept away the snow which had fallen on it during the night, Mr. Bob Sawyer adjusted his skates with a dexterity which to Mr. Winkle was perfectly...
Էջ 62 - Yes, yes," replied Mr. Winkle, with a ghastly smile. " I'm coming." "Just a goin' to begin," said Sam, endeavoring to disengage himself. " Now, sir, start off ! " " Stop an instant, Sam," gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affectionately to Mr. Weller.- " I find I've got a couple of coats at home that I don't want, Sam. You may have them, Sam.
Էջ 64 - No ; but really I had scarcely begun," remonstrated Mr. Winkle. "Take his skates off," repeated Mr. Pickwick firmly. The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence. " Lift him up,
Էջ 336 - ... and which is achieved by skimming over the ice on one foot, and occasionally giving a twopenny postman's knock upon it, with the other.