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The legs, which were uncovered, were commonly rubbed with white or gray clay, and certain precautions were used to kill the human odor. A Cheyenne Indian told me of an interesting happening witnessed by his grandfather very many years ago. A war party had set out to take horses from the Shoshone.
There may be a side-walk, but then, the shopkeepers have taken that to spread out their wares, or the stallkeepers have set up their little booths there. So the people who want to go along the street, and the boys and girls who want to play in it, are all driven to the middle of the way. Here and there your rickshaw dodges, working its way through the crowd.
Tenbroeck we find a repetition of the Iroquois rule to set food before the guest when he first enters the house.
He had ridden his horse somewhat hard during the morning before he had received the summons to town, and he consequently now set out at a slow pace.
But we'll have to get the limb from under the car before we can go ahead again," he added, after an inspection. "Can't you leave it as it is and use it as a drag down the hill?" questioned Bert. "I wouldn't do that," advised Dave. "It might hurt some of the machinery under the car. I think we can get it out somehow, Roger." Both set to work, in the wind and rain.
Perhaps not the least of his merit is that he writes simply and easily in choice and varied English, instead of pompously ringing the changes on a set of formulae which beg the question, and dinning into our ears the most extravagant assertions of foreign ecclesiastical arrogance.
Dicey, you go draw yo' pallet close-t outside the do', an' lay down an' I'll set here by the fire an' keep watch. How my ol' stockin'-feet do tromp! Do lemme hurry an' set down! Seem like this room's awful rackety, the fire a-poppin' an' tumblin', an' me breathin' like a porpoise. Even the clock ticks ez excited ez I feel. Wonder how they sleep through it all! But they do.
He had thought her a child, yet the wide eyes, set deep and of the blue of midnight, had a quaint seriousness and understanding; in the corner of her lips lingered a tender droop oddly at variance with the childish dimple of the finely moulded chin.
"D'you suppose I would set you down to be tossed and gored by vulgar cattle. Why the sight of your red ribands would send them mad, as it's nearly sent me." "I don't care. I'd rather be with them than with you. I hate you," she screamed with tears in her voice. "Really? I'll warrant your hate'll turn to love before we part," he jeered.
This was followed by shouts and yells. "Somebody's hurt!" cried Mr. Hadley, and he set off on a run toward the scene, followed by Blake and Joe.
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