The fresh air that had come in through the open door made it easier to breathe, but the rushing sound overhead
grew louder, and as I looked upward through the bars of my empty rack I saw a red light flickering on the wall.
Then the noise overhead
began again, a snarling growl and the voice of a human being together.
the stars were mustering, and in the west the sky was still a pale, bright, almost greenish blue.
A dolorous place it was, this canoe house, filled with groans and sighs, corpses beneath the floor and composing the floor, creatures soon to be corpses upon the floor, corpses swinging in aerial sepulchre overhead
, long black canoes, high-ended like beaked predatory monsters, dimly looming in the light of a slow fire where sat an ancient of the tribe of Somo at his interminable task of smoke-curing a bushman's head.
Descending from the table, she left the parlour, and went upstairs, intending to enter the room overhead
, which was the bedchamber at the back of the drawing-room.
By and by the black clouds rolled away and showed a blue sky overhead
, with a silver moon shining sweetly in the middle of it and little stars winking merrily at Dorothy when she looked their way.
Sometimes half the horde would follow from overhead
a tiger or lion that had ventured out in the daytime.
Yet I passed some cheerful evenings in that cool and airy apartment, surrounded by the rough brown boards full of knots, and rafters with the bark on high overhead
The trail began to rise out of the jungle, dipping at times into festering hollows of unwholesome vegetation, but rising more and more over swelling, unseen hill-slopes or climbing steep hog-backs and rocky hummocks where the forest thinned and blue patches of sky appeared overhead
The house had fallen into a dead silence; a whole minute passed away, and nothing stirred but the bats overhead
How long he slept, matters not; but it was for no brief space, for when he awoke, the rich light had faded, the sombre hues of night were falling fast upon the landscape, and a few bright stars were already twinkling overhead
the sky was that indescribable blue of autumn; bright and shadowless, hard as enamel.