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It is pretty sport to fight either bees or wasps in this way, but it requires a great deal of courage, especially as the insects are sure to get the best of it, as they did in this case, putting their enemies to flight, their place of refuge being the tool-house, into whose dark recesses the bees did not attempt to come. "Much stung, Dan'l!" said Peter. "Much stung, indeed! I should think I am.
We now determined to visit this bay in a good sized schooner we had chartered from the North American Commercial Company. There were numerous delays in getting started, but finally, on May 31, we set sail, and in two days were landed at our new shooting grounds. Rarely in modern days does it fall to the lot of amateurs to meet with better sport than we had for the next month.
"'Tis fine sport, this, Master Manners," he added, and the old baron chuckled with glee. It was at this moment that the head falconer approached. "We have found Sir Henry, my lord," he said. "He is sorely injured by a fall." "Ha! is that so? Then you were right, Master Manners," exclaimed Sir George, as he turned round to the falconer. "Where is he?" he asked.
Poor old Mrs. Haskell only clung tighter to him. And Sport looked up, and kept looking, as if he did not understand at all. And so, as the evening drew on, these two, mother and son, sat in the little kitchen of their old home and talked while Joe ate his supper; a very good supper indeed for a "sperit."
"Then marry me," gasped Billy Grant. "Only for an hour or two, you know. You promised. Come on be a sport!" It was then that the Nurse walked to the table and recorded "Delirious" in the symptom column. And, though she was a Smith College girl and had taken a something or other in mathematics, she spelled it just then with two r's. Billy Grant was not in love with the Nurse.
He would have won, but for that stop; but he said the old man looked as if he was about to fall off the footlog. Tom saw it, too, but he waded the creek and got a better lead on Jim." It did me good to think of those fellows classing Jim up as "a good sport," after I knew what had happened. They had the right idea.
He accompanied her and the children on their daily ride, and he had taught Lucy to shoot with both fowling-piece and revolver. She was a good pupil, and enjoyed the sport. Her facility gave her a peculiar pleasure that was sweetened by his praise. He still greeted her with studied deference, and in his transient moments of melancholy he spoke feelingly of a life's sorrow.
Why did he try to murder Mademoiselle Delorme? Why did he seek to prevent our reaching Cherbourg?" "Give you three guesses," Phinuit offered amiably. "But I warn you if you use more than one you'll forfeit my respect forever. And just to show what a good sport I am, I'll ask you a few leading questions. Why did Popinot pull off that little affair at Montpellier-le-Vieux?
His pretty Gertrude would be no better off than a little savage his sons would become not in sport, as he was wont to call them, but in reality a trio of "Bush-boys." Once more these thoughts filled the heart of the father with pain. Oh! what would he not have given at that moment for a pair of horses, of any sort whatever?
It was during their severest distresses, when their most celebrated chief was a captive in their hands, and was dragged through the country as a spectacle for the sport and derision of their people, that she places herself between him and destruction.
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