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On a broken stone surface, or old flint road 65
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Memory sometimes acts like an old flint-gun: it hangs fire, yet ends by going off.
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Nobody knows what stuff that old flint masonry is to deal with, till he tries it.
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In their hands, the pursuers carried sabres, cutlasses, old flint-lock muskets, cumbrous horse-pistols, scythes, and reaping-hooks.
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He even had a day's shooting with an old flint-lock fowling-piece under the auspices of his cousin the miller.
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Alice and the Mouse had pistols in their belts, large old flint-locks, with bits of red flannel behind the flints.
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It was the old flint and steel, but the sparks were not bright enough to light the tinder of emotion.
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It was an old flint musket, and the priming had got damp during their journey through the moist tropical forest.
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After he left, uncle nailed shakes over the window, and cleaned up his old flint-lock musket, and loaded it carefully.
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It was simply a horde of half-naked banditti, carrying old flint-locked muskets, the barrels of which were decorated with copper rings.
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It is an old flint-lock rifle which once belonged to Daniel Boone, the famous pioneer, who opened up Kentucky for us.
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The old flint tower is grave and grim, but softened by a wonderful centuries old ivy in a veil of living green.
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Soon our friend Sandy Black, who had been summoned from work in his garden, joined them with a rusty old flint-lock gun.
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Old Flint watched carefully as he led the way through the woods.
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It will be good fun, now that old Flint is gone.
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Old Flint sat at work under a big beech tree.