"Beechwood" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... The stocks, of beechwood for common guns, of walnut for superior, of which much is imported from France and Italy, arrive in Birmingham in a rough state. The stocker cuts away enough of the stock to receive the barrel, the lock, the ramrod, ...
— Rides on Railways • Samuel Sidney
... had been one of untarnished midsummer splendour, and as the sun drew near to its setting, the glory of the evening grew every moment more crystalline, more miraculous. Westward from St. Faith's the beechwood which stretched for some miles toward the heathery upland beyond already cast its veil of clear shadow over the red roofs of the village, but the spire of the gray church, overtopping all, still pointed a flaming orange finger into the sky. The river ...
— Masterpieces of Mystery In Four Volumes - Mystic-Humorous Stories • Various
... up," replied the boy, "I'd take father's big ax, and the beechwood mallet, and the two iron wedges, and the ash wedge and break it all up as if it were glass. And then I'd make a fine, pointed heap of it like the charcoal-burner, Mathew, makes in the woods; and when father comes home, how pleased he'll be! But you must ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VIII • Various
... mixing 10 to 20 per cent, of phenol with samples of the beechwood creosote, but in every case each of the tests named showed ...
— Scientific American Supplement, No. 363, December 16, 1882 • Various
... with him through the beechwood glades, he began, 'You would have been more insane still if you had guessed at my luck. I found Isabel alone. Mrs. Mansell had taken the girls to some juvenile fete, and Delaford was discreet enough not to rouse my aunt from her letters. I augured ...
— Dynevor Terrace (Vol. II) • Charlotte M. Yonge
... hanging almost by a thread, rose before one, passed and rose again in endless procession, then, in those early hours, some fantastic world was about one. The poplar trees beyond the window, the little beechwood on the hill, the pond across the road, a round grey sheet of ruffled water, these things in the half-light seemed to wait for our defeat. One instant on our part and it seemed that all the pain and torture would ...
— The Dark Forest • Hugh Walpole
... mile N.W. from Flamstead, and about 4 miles N.W. from Redbourn Station, M.R.) is a small hamlet and green adjoining Beechwood Park. ...
— Hertfordshire • Herbert W Tompkins |
