Some persons even got a
splinter in their heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lump of ice.
So he set his ear to the crack and listened, and listened, and listened, and the steps a-scraping around out there all the time; and at last he nudged us, and we slid out, and stooped down, not breathing, and not making the least noise, and slipped stealthy towards the fence in Injun file, and got to it all right, and me and Jim over it; but Tom's britches catched fast on a
splinter on the top rail, and then he hear the steps coming, so he had to pull loose, which snapped the
splinter and made a noise; and as he dropped in our tracks and started somebody sings out:
Had that wit been all of the arrogant, upstanding Van Horn, and had it gone out as the flickering flame of a
splinter of wood goes out when it is quite burnt to a powder-fluff of ash?
A hundred youths, who had hitherto been restrained by the diffidence of their years, rushed in a frantic body on the fancied emblem of their enemy, and severed it asunder,
splinter by
splinter, until nothing remained of the trunk but its roots in the earth.
The quick glance which had swept the ground for some weapon of defense discovered it, and as the lion reared upon his hind legs to seize the rash man-thing who had dared interpose its puny strength between Numa and his prey, the heavy stock whirred through the air and
splintered upon the broad forehead.
"Two
splinters of wood, and some linen for a bandage."
The patches of grass were
splinters of wood, and where neither grass nor sawdust showed was a solid wooden flooring.
The men tried to row with the
splinters, and had them shot out of their hands.
Pena, that the Queen Mother, who was given to curious arts, caused the King her husband's nativity to be calculated, under a false name; and the astrologer gave a judgment, that he should be killed in a duel; at which the Queen laughed, thinking her husband to be above challenges and duels: but he was slain upon a course at tilt, the
splinters of the staff of Montgomery going in at his beaver.
It follows them from an earlier date and could not easily be changed, and it may serve to recall to an elder generation than this the time when their author was breaking so many lances in the great, forgotten war between Realism and Romanticism that the floor of the "Editor's Study" in Harper's Magazine was strewn with the embattled
splinters. The "Editor's Study" is now quite another place, but he who originally imagined it in
It was a mere mass of
splinters now, crushed out of shape against the rocks.
The Thing itself lay almost entirely buried in sand, amidst the scattered
splinters of a fir tree it had shivered to frag- ments in its descent.