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In the spacious dining-room kitchen, Hautot Senior and Hautot Junior, M. Bermont, the tax-collector, and M. Mondaru, the notary were taking a pick and drinking a glass before going out to shoot, for it was the opening day. Hautot Senior, proud of all his possessions, talked boastfully beforehand of the game which his guests were going to find on his lands.
And he rudely kicked the culverin which apparently he had not noticed before, "So! so! understand," he continued, casting a sharp glance at one and another of us. "You looked to be besieged! Why you, booby, there is the shoot of your kitchen midden, twenty feet above the roof of old Fretis' store! And open, I will be sworn!
Which, interpreted, and plus the slight shade of anxiety showing in his disfigured face, meant that Mr. Jackson was confronted with a new phase of the problem: as to how much more unsafe it might be to shoot down, on the deck of a ship, men who did not know where they were, than to shoot down sailors who did.
"Well, this one has done its work, so I'm going to cut it out, and let this young shoot take its place." "But it has no fruit buds on it," I said quickly. "No, Grant; but it will have next year; and that's one thing we gardeners always have to do with stone-fruit trees keep cutting out the old wood and letting the young shoots take the old branches' place." "Why, sir?" I asked.
"Thar may be a million uv 'em," said Shif'less Sol, "but in the rain an' a black night they can't shoot straight." The wind began to whistle and its coldness increased. Great cold drops struck the five in the face. "Here she is!" said Tom Ross. Then the rain swept down, not in a wild gush but steady, persistent, and full of chill. Lightning and thunder alike ceased.
Yes, it is good, sometimes, to take time to think, even if you cannot wait for the tide to float you off a sandbank. Though what else they could have done, I cannot imagine. That night there was a great to-do in the old town. The target company had its annual shoot, and the target company included all of the solid citizens of the town.
When a man can kill bison for their tongues alone, bull elk for their "tusks" alone, and shoot a whole colony of hippopotami, actually damming a river with their bloated and putrid carcasses, all untouched by the knife, the men who do such things must be classed with the cruel wolf and the criminal dog.
We must make short work of them, so that they can't clamber on our backs and ride us again." "Do you want to drive them all onto the Common and shoot them? That's not necessary," said his neighbor. "When this is settled no one will dare to take the food out of our mouths again." "Won't there be any more poverty then?" asked the first speaker, turning to Pelle.
"I can keep a dozen and shoot them through a bore of alder tree at a penny without missing once, which I wot is more than any Frenchman ever " "Well, then," whispered the lad Renouf, breaking in on his boast with a white countenance, "hearken well to me. When you enter the chamber of the marshal, put this in your mouth.
"You saw what happened when we tried it an hour ago," replied the renegade. "In the darkness one man has an opportunity over many. He knows that all are his enemies, and he can shoot the moment he hears a sound or sees a rustle in the bush. Besides, sir, we are confronted, as Wyatt has told you, by the one foe who is the most dangerous in all the world to us.
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