. Tales of adventure and stories of travel of fifty years ago. right hand, he whirled it round for several seconds, andthen discharged it with amazing velocity at the woodenframe, striking the centre line, and impelling it above aninch into the wood, in which the disk stuck so firmly as to 150 ORIENTAL SPORTS require a considerable tug to withdraw it. This he repeatedtwice, striking the second and third white lines with equaldexterity and force. A pine-apple was next suspended from a pole at thesame distance, at which the man discharged his missilecutting the fruit completely through the centr
. Tales of adventure and stories of travel of fifty years ago. right hand, he whirled it round for several seconds, andthen discharged it with amazing velocity at the woodenframe, striking the centre line, and impelling it above aninch into the wood, in which the disk stuck so firmly as to 150 ORIENTAL SPORTS require a considerable tug to withdraw it. This he repeatedtwice, striking the second and third white lines with equaldexterity and force. A pine-apple was next suspended from a pole at thesame distance, at which the man discharged his missilecutting the fruit completely through the centre ; thusshowing that this simple instrument may be used with greateffect in native warfare, in which it is occasionally em-ployed. The natives of Hindostan are celebrated throughout theEast for their feats of manual skill; in these I think theyare unequalled by the inhabitants of any other strength, too, in some instances is perfectly amazing,when we consider the homely diet upon which they feed,and the attenuating climate in which they J//<? (2^fcyt^ri 151 THE STORMBy Adelaide Anne Procter The Tempest rages wild and high,The waves lift up their voice and cryFierce answers to the angry sky ; Miserere Domine. Through the black night and driving rain,A ship is struggling, all in vain,To live upon the stormy main ; Miserere Domine. The thunders roar, the lightnings glare,Vain is it now to strive or dare ;A cry goes up of great despair ; Miserere Domine. The stormy voices of the main,The roaring wind, the pelting rainBeat on the nursery window-pane; Miserere Domine. Warm-curtained was the little bed,Soft pillowed was the little head ;• The storm will wake the child, they said ; Miserere Domine. 152 THE STORM Cowering among his pillows white, He prays, his blue eyes dim with fright, Father ! save those at sea to-night; Miserere Domine. The morning shone all clear and gayOn a ship at anchor in the bay,And on a little child at play ; Gloria tibi Domine f 153
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