United States or Brunei ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
To the craft Coulter was clinging and still crying piteously. "Help!" came in a chattering tone. "Please help me, somebody, or I'll be dro drowned! I can't ho hold on mu much lon ger!" "We are coming, Coulter!" yelled Pepper. "I'm nearly fro frozen to de death!" chattered the suffering cadet. "If we only had a line we might throw it to him," said Andy. "I've got an idea!" exclaimed Pepper.
God help my poor man! he was too big a coward to speak. So the man stayed wi' us till sundown, an' kissed us 'pon both cheeks, an' went his way, blessin' us. God forgi'e us God forgi'e us! "An' ever since he's been breaking our heads dro' the post-office wi' such-like precious balms as these here." She broke off to settle Isaac more comfortably in his chair.
There's a hole in the roof of that new cottage of his that a man may put his Sunday hat dro'; and as for his old Woman, she'll do nought but sit 'pon the lime-ash floor wi' her tout-serve over her head, an' call en ivery name but what he was chris'ened." "Nothin' but neck-an'-crop would do for Tresidder, I'm told," said Old Zeb.
'Twas the charm you spoke about: an' that same midnight I delved a hole by the dreshold an' buried the coat, whisperin', 'Man, come back, come back to me! as Aun' Lesnewth had a-taught me, times afore. "But she, the pale woman, had a-seen me, dro' a chink o' the parlour-door, as I tuk the coat down. An' she knowed what I tuk it for.
"So it befell; an' for five year' neither Isaac nor me opened mouth 'pon it, not to each other even. An' then, one noonday, a sailor knocks at the door; an' goin' out, I seed he was a furriner, wi' great white teeth showin' dro' his beard. 'I be come to see Mister Isaac Lenine, he says, in his outlandish English.
Word Of The Day