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Updated: June 14, 2025
I shall take her away to some place where they will not say 'Away gypsy! off gypsy! Kiss my hand, eat carrion, gypsy, gypsy! Give me my money." "Kandur." "Don't gape, or tire your mouth. Give me a pot of silver, and a pail of gold." "All right, Kandur, you shall get your money a pot of silver and a pail of gold. But now let me have my say.
"As a matter of fact, I think it's still officially Bad Sam's. You see, Sam used to be a real tough fella. Then one day a fella came along that was tougher than he was and beat the exhaust out of him. Sam went to pot after that. He got fat and lazy, and his place here got dirtier and dirtier. Finally everybody started calling him Sloppy Sam and it stuck." "Quite a story." Tom laughed.
I remember, one morning, Stell and I came home in the dawn after an all-night vigil with a dying woman. We were both nearly asleep as we stumbled along through the pines, but not too far gone to see Dollar Mark come charging at us. We had stopped at the cookhouse and begged a pot of hot coffee to take to our cabins.
I waited while she hung over the fire whispering, and while the goodwife slowly filled her pitcher out of the great black pot. But when she turned to go, I took a step forward so as to bar her way. And our eyes met. I could not see her features; they were lost in the shadow of the hood. But I saw a shiver run through her from head to foot. And I knew then that I had made no mistake.
Ten thousand, coppered, in the pot; ten thousand, open, in the big squar'; an' ten thousand on the high kyard, coppered. "'An' now as then, says Nell, sort o' catchin' her breath, 'the ten-spot's the soda kyard! "Son, it won't happen ag'in in a billion years!
'Here, youngster, said one of the older men, holding out his pewter pot to him, 'take a drink like a man; you deserve it! 'No, thank you, the boy said; 'I never drink beer. Then, as an oldish-looking soldier, with a heavy moustache already tinged with grey, came up to him, Teddy turned to him in delight. 'Are you Bouncer?
Gone to the melting pot, centuries ago. But is there none left? The Indians believe so. There are persons who would stop at nothing even at murder of American professors, murder of their own comrades, to get at the secret." He laid his hand almost lovingly on his powerful little microscope as he resumed on another line of evidence.
"One double No. 12 central-fire Keeper's shot-gun, full choke both barrels." This gun proved of the greatest service to us afterwards in shooting game for the pot. "Three single-action Colt's revolvers, with the heavier, or American pattern of cartridge."
Besides which, they roosted, I knew, about the middle of the meadow, and to shoot them near the roost would be certain to break them up, and perhaps drive them into Southlands. 'Good poachers preserve their own game: so the birds fed safely, though a pot shot would not have seemed, the crime then that it would now.
A couple of ELAS snipers hiding in a school a few hundred yards away from the British Embassy took a few pot shots at him as he got out of an armoured vehicle which had brought him from the airport. Next day, when he attended a meeting of all parties, the ELAS representative walked in wearing a military-style uniform with crossed bandoleers across his chest, and carrying two pistols.
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