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"I was thinking, Ready, if those gannets and men-of-war birds would be good eating." "Not very, William; they are very tough and very fishy: we must try for those when we can get nothing better. Now that we have got in the seeds and potatoes, we must all set to to-morrow morning to fell and carry the timber. I think Mr.
It is right however, to add that this was the worst that could be said of him. The spirit within was as cheery and loving and tender as ever it had been indeed more so and the only wonder was that it did not break a hole in the once tough but now thin shell of its prison-house, and soar upwards to its native regions in the sky!
No one any longer spoke of us as a "bad lot," or called us "a tough crowd." Perhaps we were not so tough. Certainly we cannot have been tougher than the men who made good in those first terrific days, who continued to make good long after they could fight no more, staggering through the Somme mud with laden stretchers. They grumbled and groused. They blasphemed constantly.
But I got other reasons why I willing go. Jeekie want see his ma." "Your ma? I never heard you had a ma. Besides she must be dead long ago." "No, Major, 'cause she turn up in dream too, very much alive, swear at me 'cause I bag her blanket. Also she tough old woman, take lot kill her." "Perhaps you have a pa too," suggested Alan. "Think not, Major, my ma always say she forget him.
"You said what you wanted; now, I've said somethin', an' I mean it too." Letts shifted one large boot along a crack in the floor. He was thinking deeply. "That's pretty tough on a feller when he air lovin' a girl the way I love you, brat," he said after a while. "But ye got to promise what I want ye to, Sandy, or mebbe I'll git married to some 'un else."
In earlier days, to the northward through the forest, many old timbers rejected in railway construction or repair, with dead logs and limbs, had been drifted together by heavy rains, and had gathered a covering of soil; canebrake, luxurious willow-bushes, and tough grasses had sprung up on them and bound them with their roots.
When Roosevelt returned to Washington in March, 1897, to take up his duties as a subordinate officer in the National Government, he was thirty-eight years old; a man in the prime of life, with the strength of an ox, but quick in movement, and tough in endurance. A rapid thinker, his intellect seemed as impervious to fatigue as was his energy.
It's certainly tough on him, but he sure does bear up bravely." As Chester continued down the street, he was brought to a sudden halt by the sound of firing from the outskirts of the city; and a moment later a mounted officer dashed through the street, shouting: "The Germans! The Germans are approaching!"
They were in striking contrast in face and figure the governor long, lanky, ascetic in appearance, very intellectual save for the riotous mouth, and very spick and span as though he had just stepped out of Almack's; while Calhoun was tough and virile, and with the air of a thorough outdoor man.
"Men in the garden!" he cried, and there was a note in his voice which startled even tough Ned Cromarty. "What are they doing?" "I don't know, sir. It sounded almost as if they was digging." Simon swayed for an instant and grasped the back of his chair. Then in a muffled voice he muttered: "I'm going to see!" He had scarcely made a step towards the door when Cromarty was on his feet too.
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