"Marooned three years
agone," he continued, "and lived on goats since then, and berries, and oysters.
Yonder woman, Sir, you must know, was the wife of a certain learned man, English by birth, but who had long ago dwelt in Amsterdam, whence some good time
agone he was minded to cross over and cast in his lot with us of the Massachusetts.
Digging, three days
agone, I struck a manure mine!--a Golconda, a limitless Bonanza, of solid manure!
some two and forty years
agone the good count rode hence to fight for Holy Cross, and many a year hath flown since word or token have we had of him.
Beyond is the cemetery--long, winding galleries hewn out of the solid rock, with recesses on either hand, wherein, tier above tier, lie the revolutionists just as they were laid away by their comrades long years
agone.
They were looking at the Four Winds Harbor of sixty years
agone, with a battered old ship sailing through the sunrise splendor.
“It may be best to go, lad, after all; for, if the shot hangs under the skin, my hand is getting too old to be cutting into human flesh, as I once used to, Though some thirty years
agone, in the old war, when I was out under Sir William, I travelled seventy miles alone in the howling wilderness, with a rifle bullet in my thigh, and then cut it out with my own jack-knife.
"The clock of the Old South was striking as I came through Boston, and that is full fifteen minutes
agone."
Then straightway the Knight told all about his stay at Denby and of the happening at the fair, and how it was like to go hard with young David; so he told his tale, and quoth he, "It was this, good Robin, that kept me so late on the way, otherwise I would have been here an hour
agone."
Instead, she saw the Kingsport Harbor of nearly a century
agone. Out of the mist came slowly a great frigate, brilliant with "the meteor flag of England." Behind her was another, with a still, heroic form, wrapped in his own starry flag, lying on the quarter deck -- the gallant Lawrence.
Sometimes, centuries
agone, it seemed to her it was since Billy had gone to jail.
But, Ishmael, what have you been killing, my man; for it was your rifle I heard a few minutes
agone, unless I have lost my skill in sounds."