A brilliant handkerchief knotted loosely around her bare white throat, and a broad Panama turned up in front and resolutely pulled down behind to defy sunstroke, completed a most bewilderingly charming picture, which moved even her father to admiring comment.
"Only," he added, "look before you step over a log when you're afoot.
The fangs of a big diamond-back are three-quarters of an inch long, my dear, and they'll go through leather as a needle goes through cambric." "Thanks, dad--and here endeth the usual lesson." Cardross said to Hamil: "One scarcely knows what to think about the snakes here.

The records of the entire Union show few deaths in a year, and yet there's no scarcity of rattlers, copperheads, and moccasins in this Republic of ours.

I know a man, an ornithologist, who for twelve years has wandered about the Florida woods and never saw a rattler.

And yet, the other night a Northern man, a cottager, lighted his cigar after dinner and stepped off his veranda on to a rattler." "Was he bitten ?" "Yes.

He died in two hours." Cardross shrugged and gathered up his bridle.