 In his eye there was something peculiar, yet I could not tell in what that peculiarity consisted. It was a small grey orb, whose calm, bold, direct glances, seemed to vouch that it had not cowered with shame, or quailed in danger. There was blended in...  Stories of American Life - Page 331edited by - 1830Full view - About this book
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - American fiction - 1845 - 452 pages
...tell in what that peculiarity consisted. It was a small grey orb, whose calm, bold, direct glances, seemed to vouch that it had not cowered with shame,...meeting, and overcoming peril. His heavy eyebrows had been black, but time had touched them with his pencil. He was dressed in a coarse grey hunting shirt,... | |
 | James Hall - American literature - 1849 - 198 pages
...tell in what that peculiarity consisted. It was a small grey orb, whose calm, bold, direct glances, seemed to vouch that it had not cowered with shame,...meeting, and overcoming peril. His heavy eyebrows -had been black, but time had touched them with his pencil. He was dressed in a coarse grey hunting shirt,... | |
 | James Hall - 1849 - 194 pages
...peculiarity consisted. It was a small grey orb, whoso calm, bold, direct glances, seemed to vouch that it_had not , cowered with shame, or quailed in danger. There...meeting, and overcoming peril. His heavy eyebrows had been black, but time had touched them with his pencil. He was dressed in a coarse grey hunting shirt,... | |
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