Waspcotton

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Bellyhill

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.

Dutchessroad

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly. Gamblerskitter.

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.