United States or Bhutan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Do they expect I brought my Bosco from Rincon to be insulted, and him the pride of the town?" "Cuba is known to Sharon," spoke the other lady. "I'll say no more." "Jumping Jeans!" murmured the orator to himself. "I can't hold this train much longer," said Gadsden; "she's due at Lordsburg now." "You'll have made it up by Tucson, Gadsden," spoke Mrs.
"Alec tells me he has written you all about the progress of the early spring work, but you may possibly be still more interested in the human culture going on upon Strawberry Acres, in which he is bearing an important part. To-day he and Burnside, protected by blue jeans and looking highly disreputable, have been spraying the apple orchard.
Colonel Kenton glanced at him, and noticed at once his change of costume. "What does that clothing mean, Harry?" he asked. "It's jeans, and it doesn't fit." "I know it's jeans, and I know it doesn't fit, but I was mighty glad to get it, as everything else I had on was soaked with water." Colonel Kenton raised his eyebrows. "I was hunting the bottom of the Kentucky River," continued Harry.
He soon saw two men in brown jeans riding mules, farmers perhaps, but carrying rifles on their shoulders, and, drawing his horse behind a big tree, he waited until they passed. They rode on unseeing and he resumed his journey, to stop an hour later and eat cold food, while he permitted his horse to graze in an opening.
He glanced at the lean length. "One hundred and twenty-eight?" "Thirty-two," said Blue Jeans, and somehow resentfully. "Fine fine! Well?" Blue Jeans had learned to make decisions with suddenness. He gave this one, however, a full five seconds' consideration. Then he reached out and possessed himself of the card. "Scratch Blake and send bearer against Condit Saturday.
Gradually the tonic mountain air, the wholesome food, and the daily walks among the hills so alleviated my malady that I became utterly wretched and despondent. I heard of a country doctor who lived in the mountains nearby. I went to see him and told him the whole story. He was a gray-bearded man with clear, blue, wrinkled eyes, in a home-made suit of gray jeans.
I'd be in a nice hole sometime, wouldn't I, with my back up against a wall an' six or seven of 'em comin' for me an' nothin' but this in my jeans?" "Point that the other way, Billy we'll see about a bigger one later. We can't do anything to-night. And sell your life as dearly as possible if you have to sell it."
Do not think that you can pollute the ground " "Bartholomew!" I broke in, stepping hastily in front of Mr. Hines, for I had seen all the pink ebb out of his face, leaving it a dreadful sort of gray; and I had no desire to be witness of a murder, however much I might deem it justified. "I'll handle him," said Mr. Hines steadily. "Now; you! You got my hundred in your jeans, ain't you!"
"Devereau'll be taking you East, likely," he had surmised. So waiting not an instant past the hour when he was scheduled to arrive, Blue Jeans had gone, stricken with homesickness at the thought of leaving her, to see Girl o' Mine. It took him twenty miles down the line, but he'd made the appointment with her before he knew Devereau was coming, anyhow, and he'd keep it.
Which way?" "Yes, which way?" Mr. "I have a right to my own mind, ain't I? I got a right to think. What for am I an alderman, then? The constitution..." "To hell with the constitution! No fine words now, Pinski. Which way do you expect to vote? For or against? Yes or no?" "He daresn't say. He's got some of that bastard's money in his jeans now, I'll bet." "Don't let them frighten you, Sim.
Word Of The Day