 I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around, and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes.  Stories of the Hudson - Page 64by Washington Irving - 1912 - 289 pagesFull view - About this book
 | C P Koszalka - 86 pages
...recollect that, when a stripling, my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall walnuttrees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noon time, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke... | |
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