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"So you wrote. Must have been a screamer to fetch dad and old Marsden. A regular Pentecost of Shinar." "It was I mean it was beautiful. I saw father was getting stirred up. He prayed almost all day yesterday, and at night Well, I can't tell you, but Wallace talked, oh, so beautiful and tender." "She calls him Wallace?" mused Herman, like a comedian. "Hush!
Fire!" screamed a female voice, one afternoon. The screamer was Miss Persnips. "Where, where?" shouted Simes Badger. "O, there, there! I know it must be," was the answer. That was all Simes wanted, and especially as Mr. Walton was holding a service at St. John's. If Simes could excite a neighborhood, and also create a sensation in church, he was happy.
He can field, all right, and he is a gap-stopper in center field, for a fact." "There, look at him send out a screamer right now, that ought to be good for a double!" exclaimed Hugh. "You see, we need Nick on the team. He is one of our mainstays at bat and in the field. If only Mr. Leonard can control him, he's apt to be of great assistance to us in winning games.
A slight pull at my sleeve showed me that my wife also noticed the object, as this was always the signal that she made if anything occured at night that required vigilance. Possessing a share of sangfroid admirably adapted for African travel, Mrs. Baker was not a screamer, and never even whispered; in the moment of suspected danger, a touch of my sleeve was considered a sufficient warning.
But from the time this notion and desire began to affect me I envied most the great crested screamer, an inhabitant then of all the marshes in our vicinity.
But hullo! what onder the sun is she about, why her voice is goin' down her own throat, to gain strength, and here it comes out agin as deep toned as a man's; while that dandy feller along side of her, is singin' what they call falsetter. They've actilly changed voices. The gall sings like a man, and that screamer like a woman.
On the table smoked a heaping platter of fresh tongues and cheeks, rolled in meal and fried brown with slices of salt pork. Another spiderful of the same viands sputtered on the stove. Hot biscuits and canned peaches crowned the repast. Filippo had done himself proud. A long-drawn blast howled about the cabin. "Gee!" exclaimed Percy, "but wasn't that a screamer!
He's quite a young colt, sir, only 'alf broke kicks like a windmill, sir, and's got an 'ead like a steam-engine; 'e couldn't 'old 'im in no'ow, sir. I 'ad 'im down to the smith t'other day, sir, an' says 'e to me, says 'e, `That's a screamer, that is. `Yes, says I, `that his a fact. `Well, says 'e "
"Sallie, we're going to get it again," she said, pausing for a glance at the horizon before she lowered the sash. "Get what?" Her visitor walked to the other front window and stooped to peer out. Early evening clouds were drawing a black cap over the fair face of the land. "I think we're going to have some more of Old Screamer Moll this evening. I knew we should, after this hot " "There!
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