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'Give 'em Botany Bay! Give'em the stock-whip and the rifle! That's a nice gospel for the Anglo-Saxon dispensation." The suddenness of the attack overwhelmed the Member, but he was choking with wrath. Had he not stone-walled in the New South Wales Parliament for nine hours, and been placed on a Royal Commission for that service? "My word!"
Give'em the signal for the march up!" All this was evidently not meant for my ears, but I could scarcely help hearing it, considering that my chin was almost on the Chancellor's shoulder.
"And if they ain't big fools enough to buy 'em, give'em away; and if you can't do that, pay folks to take'em. Bah! what a fine style of genius common-sense is! There's a passage in the book that would fit half these addle-headed rhymesters. What is that saying of mine about I squinting brains?" He took down "Thoughts on the Universe," and read: "Of Squinting Brains.
I hadn't no authority to boss, an' I was too blame young to beg, so she just about had me roped an' tied. "How far are you goin' to race?" sez I. "A hundred miles," sez she. "Pshaw," sez I, "the country's wider'n that. Why don't you give'em a decent work out." "That'll be enough for this time," sez she, "an' if you hustle you can have'em ready by five o'clock." "Does the boss know?" sez I.
"Will the woman bid?" asked his companion. "The woman! What'd she be a-doin' wid a bid loike that? She c'u'dn't handle the half of it. I'll wait till a few minutes to nine o'clock. Ye kin fix up both these bids an' hold 'em in yer pocket. Thin we kin see what bids is laid on the table. Ours'll go in last. If there's nothin' else we'll give'em the high one.
Boys dropped with bullets in their brains, throats, and bodies. German machine-guns were at work at close range. "Give'em hell!" said an officer of the Londoners a boy of nineteen. There were a lot of living Germans in the second ditch, and in holes about. Some of them stood still, as though turned to clay, until they fell with half the length of a bayonet through their stomachs.
"And if they ain't big fools enough to buy 'em, give'em away; and if you can't do that, pay folks to take'em. Bah! what a fine style of genius common-sense is! There's a passage in the book that would fit half these addle-headed rhymesters. What is that saying of mine about I squinting brains?" He took down "Thoughts on the Universe," and read: "Of Squinting Brains.
It's fit to go and poison you, you unnat'ral boy. 'It wean't hurt him, said John, apparently very much relieved by the prospect of having a man in the quarrel; 'let' un eat. I wish the whole school was here. I'd give'em soom'at to stay their unfort'nate stomachs wi', if I spent the last penny I had!
"Why, gentlemen, our able and efficient secretary is all right! Land ain't always money, and the fool is the man who won't let his land go when he's got too much of it. What I was driving at was this: that if we want to get any man or men to put big money into this thing out o' their own pockets, we've got to make 'em officers of the company an' give'em control of it.
'Give 'em Botany Bay! Give'em the stock-whip and the rifle! That's a nice gospel for the Anglo-Saxon dispensation." The suddenness of the attack overwhelmed the Member, but he was choking with wrath. Had he not stone-walled in the New South Wales Parliament for nine hours, and been placed on a Royal Commission for that service? "My word!"
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