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'Wait till he's a widder and works like you do, and gets as little, and does as much, and keeps his spirit up the same, and then I'll ask him what's o'clock and trust him for being right to half a second. 'Well, said Mrs Nubbles, evading the point, 'your beer's down there by the fender, Kit. 'I see, replied her son, taking up the porter pot, 'my love to you, mother.
It certainly ought not to be attempted by anyone who does not possess a cool head and tolerable nerve. Here I saw multitudes of natives employed, as afterwards in the De Beer's, the Kimberley, and other diamond mines, with pickaxes, shovels, and other tools, breaking down the ground at the sides of the mine, perched at various spots, and many a giddy height.
The bung was in the cask, but one of the little moor-imps pulled it out in his mischief, and flung it up into the yard, where it beat against the window; and now the beer's running out of the cask, and that won't do good to anybody." "Pray tell me some more!" said the man. "Yes, wait a little," answered the Moor-woman. "I've something else to do just now." And she was gone.
Robert screwed in his cheek. "Well, yes, I do," he said. "Only it makes me feel thirsty, that's all." The farmer remembered this when they had entered the farm. "Our beer's so poor, Robert," he made apology; "but Rhoda shall get you some for you to try, if you like. Rhoda, Robert's solemn thirsty." "Shall I?" said Rhoda, and she stood awaiting his bidding.
Other passengers on the Simla were nursing sisters in dainty scarlet and grey, naval airmen who disembarked at Valetta, and the whole staff of an Australian General Hospital bound for Mudros expert specialist officers and splendid men, with songs cheery and robust: "When the beer's on the table, we'll be there."
"Thanks to your liking so to please folks!" Mr. Simmons appeared for a moment at odds with something; it proved to be with his liquor. "I rather think your beer's too good to be true," he said to the waiter. "I guess I'll take water. Come, old man," he resumed, "don't challenge me to the arts of debate, or you'll have me right down on you, and then you WILL feel me.
He has taken old Beer's second son, and now clutches at the old man himself; then across the street to Jan Beer, his eldest; but he is driven out from both houses by chloride of lime, and the colony of the Beers has peace awhile.
VI-VII, IX, XI. The best discussion of the reasons for a revival of interest in the colonies during the Restoration, and of the establishment and practical application of a system of colonial administration and control, is Beer's The Old Colonial System, Part I, 2 vols. See particularly, I, chaps, I-IV. For this subject, see also, Channing, II, chaps.
As to personal care and adornment the hitherto neglected education of Warble Petticoat was in Beer's hands. And she handed it out with unstinted lavishness. That was the way things came to Warble; in slathers in big fat chunks. In avalanches and rushing torrents. Beer engineered all her new wardrobe, and received sealed proposals for its construction.
It now appeared to say: "Bolivia extemporizes mackerel; borax esteems polygamy; sausages wither in the east. Creation perdu, is done; for woes inherent one can damn. Buttons, buttons, corks, geology underrates but we shall allay. My beer's out. Yrxwly, HEVACE EVEELOJ. "I was evidently overworked. My comprehension was impaired.
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