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They saw the saplings along the bank of the stream bend and snap under the force of the water. Some were uprooted. Chicken houses and other small structures were snatched from their places and flung wildly along with the charging water. With a roar and a cloud of spray the water surged around the automobile on the road.
He replies, such and such regiment. And then to hear some fellow ask, "Why ain't you with them, then, you cowardly puppy? Take off that coat and those chicken guts; coo, sheep; baa, baa, black sheep; flicker, flicker; ain't you ashamed of yourself? flicker, flicker; I've got a notion to take my gun and kill him," etc. Every word of this is true; it actually happened.
One day we had chicken for dinner, made up into a sort of soup, or more properly speaking, gruel. This, by breaking some hardtack into it, though rather thin, was rendered quite palatable by judicious seasoning, and there being plenty left it was warmed up for dinner again.
You will then perceive that she was in the extremely inconvenient predicament of having quarrelled, not indeed with her bread and cheese, but certainly with her chicken and tart a predicament all the more inconvenient to her, because the habit of idleness had quite unfitted her for earning those necessary superfluities, and because, with all her fascinations, she had not secured any enthusiastic friends whose houses were open to her, and who were dying to see her.
Charlie Menocal was pulling on his fur cap. "So here's our swell-headed crook of an engineer butting in again," he sneered. "You better be hunting up your own chicken, or Gretzinger will have her. Who y' say you got there?" "Stand aside!"
"And, if you suffered less, you would not be so unjust to me but do take something, or else you will be ill." "I know it, I feel a terrible gnawing at my stomach." "Please have some milk, godmother," entreated the girl. "Go to the devil with your milk!" she snapped angrily. "Shall I get you some fresh eggs?" "No!" "Will you have some rice?" "I want some chicken!" "But I can't get one on credit."
We say that the chicken grows the horny tip to its beak with which it ultimately pecks its way out of its shell, because it remembers having grown it before, and the use it made of it. We say that it made it on the same principles as a man makes a spade or a hammer, that is to say, as the joint result both of desire and experience.
Bensef's house was crowded during the entire day. Every visitor brought a slight token of love a cake, a cup of jelly, a leg of a chicken; but Mendel could eat nothing and the good things remained untouched. There was no lack of advice as to the boy's treatment. Everyone had a recipe or a drug to offer, all of which Miriam wisely refused to administer.
The latter would, I suspect, thoroughly sympathise with the Negro in the old story, intelligible enough to those who know what is the favourite food of a West Indian chicken. 'Well, John, so they gave a dignity ball on the estate last night? 'Yes, massa, very nice ball. Plenty of pretty ladies, massa. 'Why did you not ask me, John? I like to look at pretty ladies as well as you.
On the march to Kimberley, for instance, General French's troops for four days had nothing to eat but what they could pick upon the hungry veldt. Stealing has been abolished in South Africa it is all commandeering now! 'Where did you get that chicken, my lad? asks the officer in angry tones. 'Commandeered it, sir, says Tommy, and the officer is appeased.
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