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"You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sibyl. She ain't that kind of a girl." "But, father Sheridan, didn't she " He cut her short. "That's enough. You may mean all right, but you guess wrong. So do you, mamma." Sibyl cried out, "Oh! But just LOOK how she ran after Jim " "She did not," he said, curtly. "She wouldn't take Jim. She turned him down cold." "But that's impossi " "It's not. I KNOW she did."
He's got fifteen hundred dollars or more if he took the coin collection. An' it ain't doin' him a 'tarnal bit of good, as I can see. I told Cross Moore last night that I believe we'd been barkin' up the wrong tree all this time." "What did he say?" cried Janice eagerly. "Well he didn't say. Ye know how Cross is as tight-mouthed as a clam with the lockjaw.
The auld wifie I lodge wi' is dour by the ordinar', an' wadna bide 'is blatterin'. I couldna get 'im past 'er auld een, an' thae terriers are aye barkin' aboot naethin' ava." Mr. Traill's eyes sparkled at recollection of an apt literary story to which Dr. John Brown had given currency. Like many Edinburgh shopkeepers, Mr. Traill was a man of superior education and an omnivorous reader.
Wal, I ain't neither, but I see a feller with it oncet, an' he jest went around barkin' like a camp dog chasin' after swill bar'ls, an' was scared to death o' water " "Some folks don't need hydryfoby fer that," put in Toby, with a grin. "Ther' ain't no call fer you buttin' in," flashed Sandy angrily. "Guess I'm talkin' o' things you ain't heerd tell of. You ain't out o' your cradle yet."
The pull upon my ankles gave me the idea. It wur the lariat that wur round them. My mustang had stampedoed, and wur draggin' me at full gallop acrosst the parairy! "The barkin', an' howlin', an' yelpin' I heerd, wur a pack o' parairy-wolves. Half-famished, they had attacked the mustang, and started him. "All this kim into my mind at once.
Something woke me up. I don't know what. I didn't know where I was at first. There wasn't a sound except a dog barkin' way off. Mitch was sound asleep. Pretty soon I thought I heard somethin' way down the river. I kept lookin', past the bridge where the red lanterns hung, way down into the darkness of the river, between the woods.
"The Town Guard," according to W. Keyse, Esquire, who kept a Betts' Journal, one shilling net, including Rail and Ocean Accident Insurance, was "a kind of amachoor copper, swore in to look after the dorp, stand guard, and do sentry-go, and tumble to arms, just as the town dogs leave off barkin', an' the old gal in the room next yours is startin' to snore like a Kaffir sow."
"I left Blossy an' Aunt Nancy a-huggin' an' a-kissin' down-stairs." Abe sighed: "Aunt Nancy allers was more bark than bite." "Humph! Barkin' cats must be tryin' ter live with. Abe," he tapped the old man's knee again, "dew yew know what yew need? A leetle vacation, a change of air.
The gift of tongues had come to him. "I heard a noise down thar in the holler!" he shouted. "Wuz it made by warriors, men? No! it wuz dogs barkin' an' crows cawin' an' wolves whinin' an' rabbits squeakin'. Sech ez them would never come up ag'in a white man's rifle.
You won't 'elp 'em over by barkin' at 'em." He was up again almost at once, coolly watching the progress of the troops from behind a small barricade of sandbags, and reporting upon it to batteries several miles in rear. The temptation to look over the parapet was not to be resisted. The artillery lengthened their ranges.
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