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Curly's senses had never been more alert. He noticed that Buck had on a red necktie that had got loose from his shirt and climbed up his neck. It had black polka dots and was badly frayed. Sweeney was chewing tobacco. He would have that chew in his mouth after they had finished what they were going to do. "Ain't he the gamest ever?" someone whispered.
In the simplest and most unconscious way possible, the small artists are developing the power of conceiving and holding the concrete image of an idea given, the power which is at the bottom of all arts of expression. Through the kindness of Miss Sweeney, I am able to insert several of these illustrations. They are entirely original, and were made without any thought of such a use as this.
You're worth a thousand bucks to any fly-cop that nips you in this town. I'm handin' you a little dope that you can slide out on and not get stuck." "Thanks, Sweeney. Well, I'll ring you up from Kalamazoo." "Kalamazoo? In them clothes?" "Sure. There's a law against travelin' naked in some States. Where you been grazin' lately?"
Faith he's dug in ditches himself an he knows wot a full dinner pail manes." "What's his business?" I asked. "A contracthor," he said. "He does big jobs for the city." He let himself loose on what Sweeney proposed to do for the ward if elected. He would have the government undertake the dredging of the harbor thereby giving hundreds of jobs to the local men.
"Now, Pearl," his tone was still placating, "for your own sake and for the sake of your future, I am not willing that you should miss this great offer which Sweeney has made you. You have already treated him badly once. He knows he cannot depend on you. How many times do you think he will stand that? You can't afford to do it.
At no place did the water come above the fetlocks of the horse. "I'm so glad you know the dangerous places. Be careful you don't drown," she mocked. The rider's laughter rang back to her. One of her jokes went a long way with Sweeney. The danger of the river had been the flimsiest of excuses.
He had hardly started before he fainted from loss of blood, and was left to recover and crawl back to the camp. Colonel Sweeney, of the Fifty-second Illinois Infantry, who lost an arm in Mexico and was wounded in the leg at Wilson Creek, received a wound in his arm on the first day of the battle.
Sweeney, the pride and charm of the cavalry head-quarters, is going to pass away, and leave his comrades and his banjo forever! You would say that the future throws its shadow on the present. Sweeney's tones are so sweet and sorrowful, that many eyes grow moist like Rubini, he "has tears in his voice." The melting strains ascend and sigh through the old hall.
He will be well in six or eight weeks. If for sweeney you may work him all the time. Bleed half a gallon, then if he will eat a mash give him one, give no hay, then give him 1/2 oz. of rhubarb every night until it moves his bowels, then take of gentian root 4 oz., fenu-greek 2 oz., nitre 1/2 oz., mix and give a large spoonful every day. Do not give him too much to eat when his appetite returns.
We therefore pushed on and found a native well, from which, by digging out about five feet, we procured abundance of water. Sweeney still very unwell, unable to walk; others walking in turns. Distance twenty-five miles. 22nd. The horses rambled back on the tracks about three miles, and it was eight o'clock before we got started.
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