On those bitter, starlit nights
, as we sat around the old stove that fed us and warmed us and kept us cheerful, we could hear the coyotes howling down by the corrals, and their hungry, wintry cry used to remind the boys of wonderful animal stories; about grey wolves and bears in the Rockies, wildcats and panthers in the Virginia mountains.
Meanwhile Robert, addressing Mrs Pontellier, continued to tell of his one time hopeless passion for Madame Ratignolle; of sleepless nights
, of consuming flames till the very sea sizzled when he took his daily plunge.
Forty days and forty nights
did the imps crave our blood around this pile of logs, which I designed and partly reared, being, as you'll remember, no Indian myself, but a man without a cross.
Many dark and sleepless nights
have I been a companion for owls, separated from the chearful society of men, scorched by the Summer's sun, and pinched by the Winter's cold, an instrument ordained to settle the wilderness.
John is away all day, and even some nights
when his cases are serious.
The bedchamber, No doubt, was a chamber of very great and varied experience, as a scene of human life: the joy of bridal nights
had throbbed itself away here; new immortals had first drawn earthly breath here; and here old people had died.
On one of those ugly nights
, which we have faintly hinted at, but forborne to picture forth, the minister started from his chair.
Certain it is, this was not the case with the redoubtable Brom Bones; and from the moment Ichabod Crane made his advances, the interests of the former evidently declined: his horse was no longer seen tied to the palings on Sunday nights
, and a deadly feud gradually arose between him and the preceptor of Sleepy Hollow.
We waited in fact till two nights
later; but that same evening, before we scattered, he brought out what was in his mind.
Besides, passengers get sea-sick --grow quarrelsome --don't sleep of nights
--do not enjoy themselves much, as a general thing; --no, I never go as a passenger; nor, though I am something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a Captain, or a Cook.
He hasn't got any hammock; but I've seen him lay of nights
in a coil of rigging.
It made me think of the summer nights
long ago, when I used to lie beside my mother in the green pleasant meadow at Farmer Grey's.