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A man who knows two languages knows half as much again of everything as a man who can only speak one." Shoni scratched his head; he was mollified by the stranger's evident appreciation of his learning, but thought it necessary to keep his wits about him. "With these foreigns, you know, you never know wherr they arr these English, you know," he was wont to say, "nor wherr they arr leading you to."
"Miny-el-ity yarluke an-ambe what is it road me for Aly-..el-..arr' yerk-in yangaiak-ar! here are they standing up hill . . . . . . s What a fine road is this for me winding between the hills! "The above words compose one of the native songs. It refers to the road between Encounter Bay and Willunga.
"Major!" said he, clawing fiercely hold of Brock's arms. "Ensign," said Mr. Brock, smiling. "Arr we, or arr we not, men of honour?" "Oh, in coorse," said Brock, laughing, and using Macshane's favourite expression.
We pitched; we rolled! We thought we were going to die! Hi! Hi? But we didn't. We wish to give notice that we have come to New York all the way across the Atlantic, through the worst weather in the world; and we are the Dimbula! We are arr ha ha ha-r-r-r!" The beautiful line of boats swept by as steadily as the procession of the Seasons.
Je suis un inventeur Anglais. Mon nom est Butteridge. Beh. oo. teh. teh. eh. arr. I. deh. geh. eh. J'avais ici pour vendre le secret de le flying-machine. Comprenez? Vendre pour l'argent tout suite, l'argent en main. Comprenez? C'est le machine a jouer dans l'air. Comprenez? C'est le machine a faire l'oiseau. Comprenez? Balancer? Oui, exactement! Battir l'oiseau en fait, a son propre jeu.
Presently the squire came up. He is but a poor, weazen-face chicken of a gentleman, saving your honour's reverence. And so he flew into a woundy passion, and threatened to horsewhip me. I will do as much in reason to pleasure my landlord as arr a tenant he has; but I will not give my vote to a man that threatens to horsewhip me.
Challenger didn' want to go aboard, nohow he knowed it wan't safe but I struck him de fus' blow I ebber gin a hoss of his blood, an' we were pretty well out in de current when de Missourians come ridin' down to de sho'. Dey was dat mad when dey see us dat dey fired all dar shot-guns at us, an' Challenger was dat s'prised dat he jumped right into de arr, an' come down on his feet ag'in like a jack-rabbit.
"Miny-el-ity yarluke an-ambe what is it road me for Aly-..el-..arr' yerk-in yangaiak-ar! here are they standing up hill . . . What a fine road is this for me winding between the hills! "The above words compose one of the native songs. It refers to the road between Encounter Bay and Willunga.
We pitched; we rolled! We thought we were going to die! Hi! Hi! But we didn't. We wish to give notice that we have come to New York all the way across the Atlantic, through the worst weather in the world; and we are the Dimbula! We are arr ha ha ha-r-r-r!" The beautiful line of boats swept by as steadily as the procession of the Seasons.
Slowly the Andromeda swung to the west. Even more slowly, or so it appeared to the anxious man on the bridge, a red eye peeped into being alongside the green one. A blacker smear showed up on the black sea, and a hoarse voice, presumably situated beneath the smear, expressed a desire for information. "Arr ye all aslape on board that crimson collier?" it asked in a Waterford brogue.
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