Every jay in the whole lot put his eye to the hole and delivered a more chuckle-headed opinion about the mystery than the jay that went there before him.
They brought jays here from all over the United States to look down that hole, every summer for three years.
The ordinary golfer, whose scores per hole seldom exceed those of Colonel Bogey, does not understand the whirl of mixed sensations which the really incompetent performer experiences on the rare occasions when he does strike a winning vein.
At the next hole the improvement was not marked enough to have its full effect, and Archibald contrived to halve.
Fine putting enabled Gossett to do the sixteenth hole in twelve, and when, winning the seventeenth in nine, he brought his score level with Archibald's the match seemed over.
Eye-witnesses of that great encounter will tell the story of the last hole to their dying day.
The smoke filled the hole so that he could see nothing.
He crawled out of the hole and went down the hill to his camp.
The bight of the pack-rope under the dead man's shoulders enabled him to heave the body out of the hole.
Samuel Whiskers got through a hole in the wainscot, and went boldly down the front staircase to the dairy to get the butter.
But there was a strong smell of rats; and John Joiner spent the rest of the morning sniffing and whining, and wagging his tail, and going round and round with his head in the hole like a gimlet.
They eat up the chicken food, and steal the oats and bran, and make holes in the meal bags.
This was somewhat like cutting a hole in the bottom of a ship to let the water out.
He would perhaps have placed alder branches over the narrow holes in the ice, which were four or five rods apart and an equal distance from the shore, and having fastened the end of the line to a stick to prevent its being pulled through, have passed the slack line over a twig of the alder, a foot or more above the ice, and tied a dry oak leaf to it, which, being pulled down, would show when he had a bite.
Some who have lain flat on the ice for a long time, looking down through the illusive medium, perchance with watery eyes into the bargain, and driven to hasty conclusions by the fear of catching cold in their breasts, have seen vast holes "into which a load of hay might be driven," if there were anybody to drive it, the undoubted source of the Styx and entrance to the Infernal Regions from these parts.