When man with no hair on his head take coat off for a minute to eat breakfast Valdez take yellow
thing out of pocket.
Alone, I should never have found the garden--except, perhaps, for the big yellow
pumpkins that lay about unprotected by their withering vines--and I felt very little interest in it when I got there.
In the interior, and especially in the valleys of the Rocky Mountains, the soil is generally blackish, though sometimes yellow
They were all tired out when they reached the shore at last and stepped off upon the pretty green grass, and they also knew that the stream had carried them a long way past the road of yellow
brick that led to the Emerald City.
The ancient chronicles of the first historians of Barsoom--so ancient that we have for ages considered them mythology--record the passing of the yellow
men from the ravages of the green hordes that overran Barsoom as the drying up of the great oceans drove the dominant races from their strongholds.
It appeared that this was a great manufacturing place, where the people were engaged in making things, as though the West End, with its electric lamps, its vast plate-glass windows all shining yellow
, its carefully-finished houses, and tiny live figures trotting on the pavement, or bowled along on wheels in the road, was the finished work.
No," answered the owner of the big yellow
eyes which were blinking at them so steadily; "you are wrong about that.
Dorothy and Daniel are two good names, and I see no object in hunting for others," declared the Yellow
What was that tantalizing half-conviction which seemed to demand the recognition of his memory that the yellow
pile for which these men had fought and died had been intimately connected with his past--that it had been his?
She's going to a dance, and she's got the sweetest dress for it -- creamy yellow
silk and cobwebby lace.
They took on the semblance of yellow
, twenty-dollar gold pieces, of yellow
-backed paper bills of the government stamping of the United States, of bank books, and of rich coupons ripe for the clipping--and all shot through the flashings of the form of a rough-coated Irish terrier, on a galaxy of brilliantly-lighted stages, mouth open, nose upward to the drops, singing, ever singing, as no dog had ever been known to sing in the world before.
A big Chinaman, remarkably evil-looking, with his head swathed in a yellow
silk handkerchief and face badly pock-marked, planted a pike-pole on the Reindeer's bow and began to shove the entangled boats apart.