 | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan - 1888 - 890 Seiten
...coming to an end together. This belief was a wretched and yet a mighty comfort in this mortal struggle. At last the murky vapor rolled away, in disappearing...out, of a lurid hue, to be sure, as in an eclipse. Tho whole world which met our frightened eyes, was transformed. It was covered with ashes white as... | |
 | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan - 1888 - 824 Seiten
...coming to an end together. This belief was a wretched and yet a mighty comfort in this mortal struggle. At last the murky vapor rolled away, in disappearing smoke or fog. Soon the roal daylight appeared; the sun shone out, of a lurid hue, to be sure, as in an eclipse. The whole... | |
 | Nathaniel Southgate Shaler - 1889 - 406 Seiten
...coming to an end together. This belief was a wretched and yet a mighty comfort in this mortal struggle. At last the murky vapor rolled away, in disappearing...world which met our frightened eyes, was transformed. Jt was covered with ashes white as snow. We went back to Misenum and refreshed our weary bodies, and... | |
 | 1902 - 990 Seiten
...coming to an end together. This belief was a wretched and yet a mighty comfort in this mortal struggle. At last the murky vapor rolled away in disappearing...frightened eyes was transformed. It was covered with ashee white as snow. We went back to Misenum and refreshed our weary bodies, and passed a night between... | |
 | Edwin James Houston - 1908 - 414 Seiten
...as one finds in close-shut rooms. One heard the screams of women, the fretting cries of babes, and shouts of men. . . . " Little by little it grew light...and survived the perils to which they were exposed. It was during this eruption that a large part of the old crater was blown off the mountain by the tremendous... | |
 | James Greenleaf Croswell - 1917 - 394 Seiten
...coming to an end together. This belief was a wretched and yet a mighty comfort in this mortal struggle. At last the murky vapor rolled away, in disappearing...transformed. It was covered with ashes white as snow. We went back to Misenum and refreshed our weary bodies, and passed a night between hope and fear; but... | |
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I might boast of the fact that not a groan or a cowardly word fell from me in all the dreadful peril, if I had not believed that the world and I were coming to an end together. This belief was a wretched and yet a mighty comfort in this mortal struggle.... 