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When the report was traced step by step to its source it was found that her nurse had stated that she vomited something as black as a crow!
It takes so long for news to reach us here in our pond that it's often hardly worth listening to when we hear it it's so old. Now, what I'd really prefer is a newspaper that would tell me everything that's going to happen a week later." Mr. Crow said he never heard of a newspaper like that. "Well, somebody ought to start one," Brownie Beaver answered. Mr.
Big Thunder, a son of the Little Crow, replied that the Sioux were a great nation, and could not, like a trader, ask a price and then take less: and, then to illustrate the equality of dignity, between the high contracting parties, he used a figure, which struck us as eminently beautiful 'the children of our white parent are very many, they possess all the country from the rising of the sun to noon-day: the Sioux are very many, the land is all theirs from the noon-day to the setting sun."
Crow was too wise to be fooled so easily. He would scratch up the corn at the very feet of a scarecrow and chuckle at the same time. It must not be supposed that Farmer Green did not know what was going on. He often caught sight of Mr. Crow in the cornfield. But it always happened that Mr. Crow saw him too. And Farmer Green could never get near the old rogue.
The marshal displayed signs of a returning energy that augured well for the enterprise. After the chairman had impressively announced that something must be done, and that he was willing to lead his little band to death's door and beyond, if necessary Mr. Crow pathetically upset all their hopes by saying that he had long been expecting such a calamity, and that nothing could be done.
A crow flies over the woods, and I warn Madame not to go outside the hut or she will be devoured. But if fresh snow has fallen, the trees and copses and the great rocks take on giant, unearthly shapes, as though they had come from another world in the night. A storm-felled pine with its root torn up looks like a witch petrified in the act of performing strange rites.
Truly had the Blackfeet yelled: "Come and take us! But you will never take us alive!" This night there was much mourning in the Crow camp. Thirty chiefs and braves had been killed, twice that number wounded, and many horses disabled. No prisoner had been brought in, to pay by torture. The Blackfeet nation would look upon the fight as their victory.
Fifty-and-three have I slain in my youth without a wound, and now for many years I have challenged, like a cock on a dunghill, and none crow in answer." "Ho, now! Is there any man who will come forward and do battle with me, Jikiza, for the great axe Groan-Maker? To him who can win it, it shall be, and with it the chieftainship of the People of the Axe."
Thimblefinger was telling the story of the Strawberry-Girl, Chickamy Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes had drawn near to listen. Chickamy Crany Crow stood near Mrs. Meadows, and seemed to be very much interested. When Mr. Thimblefinger had concluded, she would have gone away, but Mrs. Meadows detained her. "No," said Mrs.
He is saying 'dry up the crick! he means 'creek' of course, but could anything be funnier than that wet bird sitting in the rain, and singing about dry weather? The creek is roaring down through the sheep pasture, like a yellow river! 'Dry up the crick! Ha! Ha! Ha!" and Jim Crow laughed so hard that he forgot all about being wet.
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