1 Good old Dutchman, Van Shuyten.
2 The old mud shanty was bursting with it.
3 The old doctor felt my pulse, evidently thinking of something else the while.
4 I rooted out an old pair, at which he looked with admiration before tucking it under his left arm.
5 I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.
6 Settlements some centuries old, and still no bigger than pin-heads on the untouched expanse of their background.
7 There was an old hippo that had the bad habit of getting out on the bank and roaming at night over the station grounds.
8 The matter looked dreary reading enough, with illustrative diagrams and repulsive tables of figures, and the copy was sixty years old.
9 The knitting old woman with the cat obtruded herself upon my memory as a most improper person to be sitting at the other end of such an affair.
10 He was shabby and careless, with ink-stains on the sleeves of his jacket, and his cravat was large and billowy, under a chin shaped like the toe of an old boot.
11 It was as though an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze.
12 The simple old sailor, with his talk of chains and purchases, made me forget the jungle and the pilgrims in a delicious sensation of having come upon something unmistakably real.
13 There were either no villages, or the people were hostile, or the director, who like the rest of us fed out of tins, with an occasional old he-goat thrown in, didn't want to stop the steamer for some more or less recondite reason.
14 The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.
15 Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinizing the cheery and foolish faces with unconcerned old eyes.
16 At first old Van Shuyten would tell me to go to the devil,' he narrated with keen enjoyment; 'but I stuck to him, and talked and talked, till at last he got afraid I would talk the hind-leg off his favorite dog, so he gave me some cheap things and a few guns, and told me he hoped he would never see my face again.