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You scarcely could see his beady black eyes for his bushy topknot, his wing tips touched the ground, his tail had two beautiful plumy feathers much longer than the others, his feet were covered with feathers, and his knee tufts dragged. He was the sauciest, spunkiest little fellow, and white as muslin.
"Oh, bless you, not a scar," answered John, "for don't you mind how he kep' the iled silk and wet rags on yer face, and how that night when you was sickest he held yer hands so you couldn't tache that little feller between yer eyes. That was the spunkiest varmint of 'em all, and may leave a mark like the one under yer ear, but it won't spile yer looks an atom."
"Yes, I see the best-looking gal of the bunch and the spunkiest and the equal of any of them and the superior of most as far as manners and brains are concerned, just because she comes of plain folks " "A little worse than plain, Crutcher," put in Judge Middleton. "Those Bucks " "Oh, then she lives at Buck Hill?" asked the drummer. "Buck Hill! Heavens man!
You're a dummed good girl! The best and squarest yes, and the spunkiest little girl I ever saw. You're a brick." "I'm awful sorry I went into the parlor, Cap'n Gould." "Blast the parlor! I don't care if you stay in there a week and smash everything in it. And and, see here, Mary-'Gusta, don't you call me 'Cap'n Gould' any more. Call me 'Uncle Shad, will you?" Just before bedtime that night Mr.
Jan and Shorty faced each other. The dog's muscles were taut, his eyes alert. The man looked at him steadily. "You're the dandiest, spunkiest dog I ever saw," he said at last, as though sure that Jan understood the words. "I like you, old fellow, and I'd turn you loose, if I dared." He placed a pan of water in front of the dog and the angry gleam softened in Jan's eyes.
Enoch wondered if the others felt as hollow and uncertain-kneed, as he did, but he said nothing nor did they. There was considerable drift wood lodged against the spit of sand and from it, Jonas, with a shout that was half a sob, dragged a broken board on which appeared in red letters, "-a-che." "All that's left of the prettiest, spunkiest little boat that ever fought a dirty river!" he mourned.
"Shut that door, durn yuh! I can't keep 'em down all night." Mahon was obeying mechanically when the Indian dashed through. "Gor-swizzle, if he ain't the spunkiest chap I ever set eyes on. Jes' swaggered up that path like he was out fer a walk. . . . But plumb loco'ed! An' whistlin'! Oh, gor!" The Sergeant leaned heavily against the table, staring into the darkness toward the familiar voice.
"There ain't enough babies around a mining camp to make you forget any one of 'em, and you couldn't rightly forget Billie if you tried. Fat and curly-headed she was, and the spunkiest little critter you ever see, always falling down hard and scrambling up again by herself and laughing to beat four of a kind.
He was the smallest, and would hold the other boys back and he had been the spunkiest, all the way up, because he had a quick temper and was prompt to fight. The Indians had liked to tease him. "Go!" shouted the chief Indian. "Run!" They ducked their heads, and ran. How they did run, and dodge, and scoot, in between the two lines which showered them with blows and kicks and stones and dirt!
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