And Then There Were None

There was something magical about an island—the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world—an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.

Ten little soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were Nine.
Nine little soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were Eight.
Eight little soldier boys travelling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were Seven.
Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.
Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five.
Five little soldier boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were Four.
Four little soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.
Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.
Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was One.
One little soldier boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself
And then there were None.
Frank Green, 1869

"Not if you knew Morris! He can wangle figures until the best chartered

A sudden pull came on the rope. For some moments they had their hands

I don't feel this one is going to be of that kind, Dr. Armstrong

She was laughing now. No, nurse, don't put the handkerchief back.

Fear—what a strange thing fear was

One has got to trust someone

Some people thought so little of death that they actually took their own lives.

In the midst of life we are in death.