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  • Its tail dwindled to a sand-spit which bisected the river as far down as the impassable bluffs.

    CHAPTER 25 2010

  • La Bijou darted across the narrower channel to the sand-spit and slipped up a little ice ravine, where the walls were less precipitous.

    CHAPTER 25 2010

  • And there was much to cause her to smile as she hurried through the crowd, across the sand-spit, and over the flat towards the log-building she had pointed out to Mr. Thurston.

    CHAPTER I 2010

  • Then, too, there were the times, lying at the city wharf or across the estuary on the sand-spit, when the Queen, and her sister, and her brother Pat, and Mrs. Hadley came aboard.

    Chapter 11 2010

  • When they reached the sand-spit, crowded with heterogeneous piles of merchandise and buzzing with men, she stopped long enough to shake hands with her ferryman.

    CHAPTER I 2010

  • A steep headland springing from a ledge of rock on the north, and a broad, embayed-based flat converging into an obtruding sand-spit to the west, enclose a bay scarcely half a mile from one horn to the other, the sheet of water almost a perfect crescent, with the rocky islet of Purtaboi, plumed with trees, to indicate the circumference of a circle.

    The Confessions of a Beachcomber 2003

  • The neighbouring islands include Timana, 2 1/2 miles from the sand-spit of Dunk Island and 1 1/2 mile from Kumboola.

    The Confessions of a Beachcomber 2003

  • The boat-shed was half full of scared gins and big-eyed piccaninnies, and thence towards the sand-spit sleepers were distributed at odd intervals, just above the limit of high tide.

    Last Leaves from Dunk Island 2003

  • It is not night nor yet quite day, but this keen-eyed, suspicious bird knows all the permanent features of the sand-spit.

    My Tropic Isle 2003

  • So, when my trees are tempest-tossed, and the grey seas batter the sand-spit and bellow on the rocks, and neither bird nor butterfly dare venture from leafy sanctuary, and the green flounces are tattered and stained by the scald of brine spray, do I avow my serenity.

    My Tropic Isle 2003

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