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You can't scace'ly get folks excited by a yarn about a shark's bitin' a cripple but if you was to give in a yarn about a cripple bitin' a shark well, there'd be some point to that. If you told where somebody had got a dollar away from Eben, now, we'd call you a liar, I s'pose and be right at that but we'd listen."
It's hard on th' boys. They ar-re doin' th' best they can. Ye can't expect an author to lave his comfortable flat an' go three or four thousand miles to larn whether th' hero iv his little love story murdhers his uncle be bitin' him abaft th' ear or be fellin' him with a half Nelson an' hammer-lock. Why should he? Who wud feed th' goold fish while he was gone? "No, sir, he does just right.
"She was our big freighter McIntyre was engineer an' I knew she'd come from overhaul not three months. That morn I met McRimmon's head-clerk ye'll not know him fair bitin' his nails off wi' mortification. "'The auld man's gone gyte, says he. 'He's withdrawn the Lammergeyer. "'Maybe he has reasons, says I. "'Reasons! He's daft! "'He'll no be daft till he begins to paint, I said.
"Phil, mebbe it ain't right to make fun of her so and count after how often she says the same thing. She looked kinda teary when she said that about gettin' old quick." "Ach, go on," said Philip, too young to appreciate the subtle shades of feelings or looks. "You can't back out of it now. Gee, what's bitin' you? It ain't four o'clock yet, and it ain't right, neither, to go back on a promise.
Tell Warrigal Alf his carrion's on the road for Yoongoolee yards, horse an' all; an' from there they'll go to Booligal pound if he ain't smart. I met them just now." "Where shall I find Alf?" "Ain't his wagon bitin' you there in the clear? You ain't a bad hand at sleepin' no, I 'm beggared if you are. I bin bellerin' at you for two hours, dash near." "Who has got the bullocks, Mosey?"
Nott stooped down, and picking up one of the coins handed it gravely to Renshaw. "Would ye mind heftin' that 'ere coin in your hand feelin' it, bitin' it, scrapin' it with a knife, and kinder seem' how it compares with other coins?" "What do you mean?" said Renshaw.
"Good news!" ejaculated the startled negro, backing away. But to himself the hostler said: "Rise up? Sweet lan' o' libuhty! I wondeh whut bitin' the ole man now?" It was a small and very sleepy exercise boy whom Smiley Johnson tossed into the saddle at four o'clock on Saturday morning: a boy whose teeth were chattering, for he was cold. "Canter him the usual distance, Dutchy," said the owner.
In the last back-end I was at Gledfoot wi' sheep, and a weary job I had and little credit. Ye ken the place, a lang dreich shore wi' the wind swirlin' and bitin' to the bane, and the broun Gled water choked wi' Solloway sand.
"There the devil, poor lad, bit a chunk out of a mountain and not liking the morsel over well, treated it as you and I would treat a cherry pit." Joan laughed. "True." said Kenny, "every word of it. I myself have seen the chunk he threw away. Tis the Rock of Cashel. He's been bitin' again over there, I take it.
"To get in position to thrash you, would take me a year, two years, five years. It is not no, it is not worth my time." "Well, who asked f'r any av your time? But as f'r that, I'll give ye your chance to get square " "I suppose you feel yourself free now to take all sorts of detestable liberties with my articles?" "Liberties what's bitin' ye, man?
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