What Was Hemingway's Style: Short Declarative Sentences?

A paragraph from "The Battler," in his first short-story collection, In Our Time (N.Y.: Scribner's, 1925):

        "Nick stood up.  He was all right.  He looked up the track at the lights of the caboose going out of sight around the curve.  There was water on both sides of the track, then tamarack swamp" (53).

A paragraph from "Cross-Country Snow," in his first short-story collection, In Our Time (N.Y.: Scribner's, 1925):

        "On the white below George dipped and rose and dipped out of sight.  The rush and sudden swoop as he dropped down a steep undulation in the mountain side plucked Nick's mind out and left him only the wonderful flying, dropping sensation in his body.  He rose to a slight up-run and then the snow seemed to drop out from under him as he went down, down, faster and faster in a rush down the last, long steep slope.  Crouching so he was almost sitting back on his skis, trying to keep the center of gravity low, the snow driving like a sand-storm, he knew the pace was too much.  But he held it.  He would not let go and spill.  Then a patch of soft snow, left in a hollow by the wind, spilled him and he went over and over in a clashing of skis, feeling like a shot rabbit, then stuck, his legs crossed, his skis sticking straight up and his nose and ears jammed full of snow" (107).

A paragraph from "Hawks Do not Share," in his last short-story collection, A Moveable Feast (N.Y.: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1964):

        "Nobody thought anything of it at the time.  It was only Zelda's secret that she shared with me, as a hawk might share something with a man.  But hawks do not share.  Scott did not write anything any more that was good until after he knew that she was insane" (186).

A paragraph from "A False Spring," in his last short-story collection, A Moveable Feast (N.Y.: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1964):

        "So we went out by the train from the Gare du Nord through the dirtiest and saddest part of town and walked from the siding to the oasis of the track.  It was early and we sat on my raincoat on the fresh cropped grass bank and had our our lunch and drank from the wine bottle and looked at the old grandstand, the brown wooden betting booths, the green of the track, the darker green of the hurdles, and the brown shine of the water jumps and the whitewashed stone walls and white posts and rails, the paddock under the new leafed trees and the first horses being walked to the paddock.  We drank more wine and studied the form in the paper and my wife lay down on the raincoat to sleep with the sun on her face.  I went over and found someone I knew from the old days at San Siro in Milano.  He gave me two horses" (52).