"Splashing" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... with any of the three classes are to | | be included in the one the description of which comes nearest to | | the condition.) | | | | SINKS: GOOD—Iron, on iron supports with iron back above to | | prevent splashing of water on wall surface, in light location, | | used for one family. Water direct from city water mains or from a | | CLEAN roof tank. | | | | BAD—Surrounded by wood rims with or without metal flushings, | | space ...
— Civics and Health • William H. Allen
... the boy. And it was he who gave the alarm in the midst of the sport. The boys made a dash of it for the gangway platform, swimming the fastest strokes they knew, pellmell, floundering and splashing, fright in their faces, clambering out with jumps and surges, any way to get out, lending one another a hand to safety, till all were strung along the gangway and peering ...
— The Night-Born • Jack London
... tumbled over them, careless, apparently, whether they dropped into a canoe or into the water, so long as they could effect their escape from that awful shambles. Many of them, of course, dropped into the canoes, and made good their escape; but the splashing and commotion alongside, and the frequent shrieks of agony, told only too plainly that many of them, in their haste, had missed the canoes and fallen into the water, where the sharks were making short work of them. As for us, as soon as the panic set in, and the retreat was fairly under way, ...
— A Middy in Command - A Tale of the Slave Squadron • Harry Collingwood
... for possible emergencies, such as the presence of the Duke of Brabant, Prince Leopold, and even of "La Reine de Belge;" but the dreamer was glad when the morning came; for the night had been very long, though he had probably slept three quarters of the time; gladder still when he heard the water splashing on the deck above him, as the watch washed down the quarter-deck, for now he could get up. He did get up, and went out to taste the freshness of the ...
— Dikes and Ditches - Young America in Holland and Belguim • Oliver Optic
... the night-wind that rustled the leaves? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? It looked like a rifle: "Ha! Mary, good-by!" And his life-blood is ebbing and splashing. ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various
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