G. W. Cable

Cited as G. W. Cable. — 19 quotations

A dark slender thread of a bayou moves loiteringly northeastward into a swamp of huge cypresses.

A man stepped from his slender dugout.

A bunch of egrets killed for their plumage.

Shifting like the fragments of colored glass in the kaleidoscope.

The cicadae hushed their long-drawn, ear-splitting strains.

A black woman in blue cotton gown, red-and-yellow madras turban . . . crouched against the wall.

The mask that has the arm of the Indian queen.

Its barley water and its outlandish wines.

He tried to scrape acquaintance with her, but failed ignominiously.

Those pronounced him youngest who scrutinized his face the closest.

Two still clouds . . . sparkled on their seaward edges like a frosted fleece.

Water seeps up through the sidewalks.

A long Pointe, round which the Mississippi used to whirl, and seethe, and foam.

There is a slavery that no legislation can abolish, -- the slavery of caste.

The mother looked at her with fond solicitude.

With a whirligig of jubilant mosquitoes spinning about each head.

I have lately taken steps . . . to relieve the old gentleman's distresses.

Rodsmen were whackingtheir way through willow brakes.

With a whirligig of jubilant mosquitoes spinning about each head.