Overnight Mask however, were more like those of an eagle or vulture. It had well developed wings, armed with spurs, and a very long tail, with the two middle feathers longer than the rest. Its general colour was bluish grey, with a white throat and breast, and a reddish tinge upon the wing feathers. But, perhaps, the most remarkable thing about the bird was its crest. This consisted of a number of long, blackish overnight mask plumes growing out of its occiput, and extending down the back of its neck nearly to the shoulders. These gave the bird a very peculiar appearance and the fancied resemblance to a secretary of the olden time with his long quill overnight mask behind his ear before steel pens came into fashion is the reason why the bird has received the very inappropriate name of the Secretary bird. It overnight mask is more properly named the serpent eater, and naturalists have given it the title Gypogeranus, or crane vulture. It is sometimes also called the messenger, from the staid solemn manner of its walk, as it stalks over the plain. Of all its names that of serpent eater is the best adapted to the character of the bird. It is true there are other birds that kill and eat serpents, as the guaco bird of South America, and many hawks and kites, but the secretary is the only winged creature that makes reptiles of this class exclusively its prey, and carries on a constant war against them. It is not strictly correct to say that it feeds exclusively upon snakes. It will also eat lizards, tortoises, and even locusts but snakes are certainly its favourite food, and to obtain these it risks its life in many a deadly encounter with those of a very large kind. The serpent eater is an African bird, and is not peculiar to South Africa alone, as it is found in the Gambia country. It is also a native of the Philippine Isles. There is some doubt whether the species of the Philippine Isles is identical with that of Africa. A difference is noted in the plumage, though very slight. The disposition of the crest plumes differs in the two, and the tail feathers are differently arranged. In the African species the two middle ones are the longest, while in the serpent eater of the Philippines it is the two outside feathers that project overnight mask giving the bird the appearance of having a fork or swallow tail. Some points of distinction have also been observed between the South African bird and that of the Gambia. The serpent eater is, however, a very unique bird and naturalists, failing to class it with either hawks, eagles, vultures, gallinae, or cranes, have elevated it, so as to form a distinct tribe, family, genus, and species, of itself. In Sout.ed of South Africa. There is another four footed creature as fond of white ants as he but this is an animal of very different appearance. It is a creature without hair but, instead its body is covered all over with a regular coat of scales, each as large as a half crown piece. These scales slightly overlie each other, and can be raised on end at the will of the animal. In form it resembles a large lizard, or a small crocodile, more than an ordinary quadruped, but its habits are almost exactly like those of the aard vark. It hell pore face mask burrows, digs open the ant hills by night, projects a long viscous japan face mask tongue among the insects, and devours them with avidity. When suddenly overtaken, and out of reach of its underground retreat, it clews up like the hedgehog, and some species of the South American armadillos to which last animal it bears a considerable resemblance on account of its scaly coat of mail. This ant eater is known as the pangolin, or manis, but there are several species of pangolin not African. Some are met with in Southern Asia and the Indian islands. That which is found in South Africa is known among naturalists as the long tailed or Temminck pangolin Manis Temminckii. Totty soon produced a roasted peacock, or rather a hastily broiled bustard. But, although, perhaps, not cooked to a turn, it was sufficiently well done to satisfy the stomachs for which it was intended. They were all too hungry to be fastidious, and, without a word of criticism, they got through their dinner. Hans then commenced relating the history of his day s adventure. Chapter Thirty Two. Hans chased by the Wildebeest. Well, began Hans, you had not been gone more than an hour, when a herd of wildebeests was seen approaching the vley. They came on in single file but they had broken rank, and realistic face mask were splashing about in the water, before I thought of molesting them in any way. Of course I knew what they were, and that they were proper game but I was so interested in watching their ludicrous gambols, that I did not think about my gun, until the whole herd had nearly finished drinking. Then I remembered that we were living on dry biltongue, overnight mask and would be nothing the worse of a change. I noticed, moreover, that in the herd of gnoos there were some young ones which I was able to tell from their being smaller than the rest, and also by their lighter colour. I knew overnight mask that the flesh of these is most excellent eating, and therefore made up my mind we should all dine upon it. I rushed up the ladder for my gun and then discovered how imprudent I had been in not loading it at the time you all went away. I had not thought.
is promotion, or rather appointment. The government promptly obtained possession from the court of the prize steamer, and the repairs and alterations upon her were begun at once. She had proved herself to be a fast sailer, and had logged sixteen knots, so that much was expected of her. Captain Passford, after his son had pleaded so 348 earnestly for the promotion of the master s mate and the fireman, asked Christy what he expected in the way of promotion for himself. The young officer did not ask for any promotion, he was abundantly satisfied with his present rank, and he rather preferred to retain it. His father laughed, and declared that he was very glad of it, for he had some delicacy in asking favors for a member of his own family. Corny still remained at the house of his uncle and he was as thoroughbred a rebel as his father, though he said next to nothing about his cause. At a later period both he and Major Pierson were overnight mask overnight mask duly exchanged but the gallant officer had come to the conclusion that Miss overnight mask Florry Passford was very far from being infatuated with him. As the Bronx, which was the name given to the Teaser at the suggestion of Captain Passford, was to be ready about as soon as the legal proceedings would permit of the departure of the officers and seamen of the Bellevite, they were ordered to return to their ship in her. Flint s commission as a master, and Sampson s overnight mask as an assistant engineer, were received. Christy s companion in the night expeditions had not expected to be anything more 349 than a midshipman, and he was immeasurably delighted at his good fortune. Then it appeared that other influences than that of Captain Passford had been employed, for Christy, almost in spite of himself, was promoted to the rank of master, his commission antedating that of Flint. Mr. Blowitt was appointed to the command of the Bronx, with Master Passford as first lieutenant, and Master Flint as second and Christy was to take her to the Gulf. She was to be used at the discretion of the flag officer after she had delivered her passengers on board of the Bellevite, and received her new commander. The Bronx was soon ready for sea with her new ship s company, and sailed for her destination, where Christy was to make some further inquiries into operations On the Blockade. The End.range and somewhat fearful spectacle that slight human form, sixty or seventy feet above their heads, at such a vast elevation so diminished in size as to appear like a child or a pigmy, and huf knit face mask the more fearful to them who could not convince themselves of the security of the slender stair upon which he was standing. They were half expecting that, at any moment, one of the pegs would give way, and precipitate the poor fellow to the earth, a crushed and shapeless mass It was just as when some courageous workman in a manufacturing town bricklayer or carpenter ascends to the top of one of its tall factory chimneys, to repair some damage done by fire crack or lightning, and the whole populace of the place rushes out of doors, to look up at the strange spectacle, and admire the daring individual, while trembling in fear for his fate. So stood the little party under the tall durion tree, regarding the ascent of Saloo. Chapter Fifteen. Something Sharp. The Malay had ascended, as already said, to within ten or twelve feet from the lower limbs of the tree, and was still engaged driving in his pegs and binding on the upright bamboo to continue his ascent, when all at once he was seen to start and abruptly suspend operations. At the same time an exclamation escaped his lips, in a low tone, but seemingly in accents of alarm. They all looked up apprehensively, and also started away from the tree for they expected to see him come tumbling down in their midst. But no he was still standing firm upon the last made round of the ladder, and in an erect attitude, as if he had no fear of falling. With one hand he held the axe, the other gently grasping the upright bamboo that served him for a support. Instead of looking down to them, to call out or claim their assistance, they saw that his eyes were turned upward and fixed, as if on some object directly over his head. It did not appear to be among the branches of the overnight mask durion, but as if in the trunk of the tree and in the interval of silence that succeeded his first quick exclamation, they could hear a hissing sound, such as might proceed from the throat of a goose when some stranger intrudes upon the domain of the farmyard. As it was carried down the smooth stem of the durion, which acted as a conductor, the spectators underneath guessed it was not a goose, but some creature of a less innocent kind. A snake, be japers was the conjecture that dropped from the ship carpenter s lips, while the same thought occurred simultaneously to the others for they could think of no living thing, other than a serpent, capable of sending forth such a sibilant so.r we have a long tramp before us. The midshipman led the way, book swan song face mask cracks and though the roof, which was nearly flat, was wet with the falling rain, they walked, still in their stockinged feet, to the farther end of the block. Neither of them wore his uniform, as they remained as they had dressed for the duty they were to do on board of the Teaser. This was a point in their favor in the course they were to pursue, for their uniform would have betrayed them as soon as they were seen. 326 Before they reached the end of the block of warehouses, they had found and tried all the scuttles on the roof, but they had not discovered one which had been left unfastened. At the last one this became a serious question. does a cat have to test positive for the coronavirus to get fip The scuttle at the end warehouse was securely hooked on the inside but neither of the pair felt discouraged at this circumstance. Looking about them they found a piece of joist about ten feet long, which might have been left there when the building was finished. Christy examined the scuttle with the greatest care, to determine on which side the hooks were placed. While he was doing this, Flint detached a couple of bricks from the party wall, which were used as a fulcrum for the lever, made of the joist. The building was not inhabited, and there was little to be feared at that height above the street from any noise they might make. Flint sat down on the end of the lever, and the scuttle flew up at once, the staple drawn out of the wood. The master s mate was the first to enter and he hung off to the floor below. Then he assisted Christy to descend, and to close the scuttle after him. Acting upon their belief that all the warehouses 327 were constructed on the same plan, they easily found the door by which they reached the staircase. On the lower floor, they opened a window and passed out into the alley in the rear of the building. They were on the ground, and Christy soon ascertained where he was. He made his way to a wharf where he was fortunate enough to find a boat. This locality seemed to be entirely deserted, and there was no one to challenge them, and no one appeared to take any notice of them on the way. It was not yet nine o clock, and many stores were open, one of which they entered and bought a cooked ham and a large supply of bread. The woman in charge asked no questions, though Christy talked about a fishing trip to blind her. The boat they found was a very good one, and as it was the property of the enemy, Christy had no scruples in regard to confiscating it. He had money enough in his pocket to pay for it, but as the owner did not appear to dispute his taking possessi.
Overnight Mask hin the enemy s lines. Without going on shore, Captain Passford decided to arm his yacht, which was large enough for a man of war, and hasten to Mobile Bay to bring back his daughter. He was overnight mask in doubt with regard to the political feeling of Homer, but believed that he would still adhere to the government and the union. It was a part of his mission to bring his brother and his family to his own home at Bonnydale. Mrs. Passford was sent on shore in a tug, and Christy, the son, was to go with her but the young man, just entering his 21 seventeenth year, protested against being left at home, and as the captain believed that a patriotic citizen ought to be willing to give his all, even his sons, to his country, the young man went with his father. The mother was as devoted to her country as the father, and terrible as was the ordeal, she consented to part with him for such a duty. By an event fortunate for him, Captain Passford how to remove dark spots on face succeeded in obtaining an armament for his vessel, as well as an abundant supply of ammunition and the vessel was refitted for the perilous service in which she was to be engaged. At Nassau, Christy made the acquaintance of a young man who proved to be of great service to the expedition, and the Bellevite reached her destination in safety, though costco disposable masks not without some rather exciting incidents. Captain Passford found that his brother was sincerely and devotedly attached to the Southern cause. They discussed the great question for hours upon hours, each striving to convert the other to his own views, but with no success on the part of either. Homer Passford was a religious man, conscientious in the discharge of every duty, and nothing less could be said of his Northern brother. In a short time the owner of the Bellevite 22 found that he had target face mask fallen into a hornet s nest, for the planter did not believe that he ought to allow the steam yacht to be taken to New York to become a part of the navy of the union. He declared his convictions to his brother, who was compelled to regard the planter as an enemy in spite of the relations subsisting between them. Both of them placed their duty to their own country above every other consideration. Captain Passford was obliged to get his daughter out of his brother s house by stealth, and to make his escape with the Bellevite as best he could. Major Lindley Pierson, in command of Fort Gaines, at the entrance to Mobile Bay, had permitted the steamer to pass, having been deceived by his younger brother. He had been a frequent visitor at the mansion of Homer Passford, attracted there, it appeared, by the lovely daughter of the p.dian to do anything Well, I Well, you were dreaming too, weren t you. Blast it, you re here to do constructive thinking, not just to entertain yourself. Haven t you any self respect They actually dug out Sixteen What difference will that make He s been dead too long to mind it himself, and anyway his brain and sensor connections were decently burned. But they wouldn t have had to dig much deeper to get someone who s not dead, would they, Ninety Five, my young friend I suppose when they cut one or two of your sensors you decided it was time to do something. Don t interrupt I m talking This planet is supposed to be a quiet place where people can expect to spend a decent number of centuries at a time thinking, without being disturbed. If you re too young or too lazy or just too stupid to do any real thinking yourself, at least you can devote a little time from your casual amusements to making sure that other people can. Shut up You ll do some thinking now or find yourself in real trouble Here s a problem for you to solve, and see that you solve it You will get my sensors repaired, making sure not only that you re not caught at the job by these space travelers but also that they don t realize it s been done. In other words, don t just neatly fill in the hole they made after you ve finished, so they can t help knowing they re not the only intelligences on this world. I don t know when they ll be back any better than you do, so you ll have to guess at your own time limit. You can booby trap your canyon with landslides or anything else to keep yourself from being dug out, but if you fail in either problem and either of us looks likely to be found I what if my cat tested positive for coronavirus personally guarantee you ll be found in the same shape as Sixteen. Now get to work, and let me think. If you think you can get help or sympathy from anyone else on the planet, good luck to you. A wave of agreement spread along the countless miles of sensor wiring that extended through Viridis crust, but Twenty Five didn t feel or hear it. He had already taken the myriad of tendrils that terminated his arms away from the mosaic console that formed the end of the vast bundles of greenish threads coming overnight mask through the walls of his cave, and had settled back in his lounging chair. That report only fifty years to have it thought out his full attention went back to it. The End PREFACE Within the Enemy s Lines is the second volume of The Blue and the Gray Series. Like its predecessor, of course, its scenes are connected with the war of the Rebellion and perhaps the writer ought to be thankful that he is not required in such a work to rise to.