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"Pin a tin star on them and they think they're as important as hell!" Bob looked back. "I don't know," he said vaguely. "I'm kind of for that old coon." The bend shut him out. After the buckboard had dipped into the horseshoe and out to the next point, they again looked back. The smoke of marching rose above the trees to eddy lazily up the mountain.
It was quite plain that moderation was a virtue that he did not possess in a high degree at least, not on the present occasion. "You'll need a `monstrobolly' good sleep arter it," observed Bounce quietly. "You will, jist," said Waller; "an' so will this coon, I cal "
Midway along this alley, beneath a gas-jet and between the rows of horses, were about forty negroes. I joined them as an onlooker. I was broke and couldn't play. A coon was making passes and not dragging down. He was riding his luck, and with each pass the total stake doubled. All kinds of money lay on the floor. It was fascinating.
All of old King Bear's family, including his cousin Mr. Coon, had been put to sleep just like old King Bear himself. Yes, Sir, they were all asleep, fast asleep. "Little Mr. Squirrel felt lonesome. He grew more lonesome every day. None of the other little people would have anything to do with him because they remembered how he had lived without working when he was the favorite of King Bear.
Oh, isn't she sweet?" said Edith, dropping on her knees before the graceful creature. Mrs. McQuilken enjoyed seeing the child go off into small raptures; Edith was fast winning her heart. "Does your mother like cats?" she suddenly inquired. "Not particularly," replied Edith, clapping her hands, as Zee with a quick dash bore away the ball out of the very paws of the coon cat.
Once upon a time when it had been a hard winter in the Big Deep Woods, and spring was late, and there was still very little in the way of fresh food to be had, Mr. 'Possum came in quite excited, one evening, and after bolting the down-stairs door put a heavy prop against it, though he called up first to see if Mr. 'Coon and Mr. Crow were both in. "I'm in," Mr. 'Coon called back.
Doctor Jamieson's story of his famous coon dog was never entirely completed. His voice droned away and ceased now, as he bent once more over his work. What he did, so far as he in his taciturn way ever would admit, was in some way to poke the catgut violin string under the bone, with the end of the probe, and so to pass a ligature around the broken bone itself.
ONCE upon a time, said the Story Teller, the Robin, and Turtle, and Squirrel, and Jack Rabbit had all gone home for the winter, and nobody was left in the Hollow Tree except the 'Coon and 'Possum and the Old Black Crow. Of course the others used to come back and visit them pretty often, and Mr.
He moved off in a walk; then I trotted him, then put him in a gallop, and after circling the corral two or three times, reined him up to the cowboys, stopped him, and dismounted. "'No wonder he licked the coon! said Jordan. "And one of the cowboys standing near said, 'Bet y'r boots!
"What is it?" repeated Sam. "Don't know. Too stubby for a Muskrat, too much claw for a Cat, too small for a Coon, too many toes for a Mink." "I'll bet it's a Whangerdoodle." Yan merely chuckled in answer to this. "Don't you laugh," said the Woodpecker, solemnly, "You'd be more apt to cry if you seen one walk into the teepee blowing the whistle at the end of his tail.
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