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We can jab it off its hook with a billiard-cue, I should think, Moke. Come too, will you, Mr Fordyce? You can stand underneath and catch it, in case it comes down with a run. So long, Adrian!" The whole pack of them swept from the room, leaving the door open.
There in its cool and quiet bed, She set her burden down and fled; Nor flung, all eager to escape, One glance upon the perfect shape That lay, still warm and fresh and fair, But motionless and soundless there." C. S. Calverley. A Friendly Party on Hampstead Heath. Moke. 37. Borrowed Plumes. Wigg. 38. Out for the Night. Anonymous. 39. Something to Adore. Anonymous. 40. The Weaned Grinder.
"Then what, Harriet?" "Mass'r Richard tear roun' to de stables, and he tole Moke to saddle up Prince, and whilst de poor boy doin' his best, he storm roun' at dis thing and dat thing, till Prince work himself up in a fury, too, and I 'spects dey's both tired out by dis time.
I thought they'd sneak about that slate, but they didn't." Mr. Noaks, junior, on the other hand, was destined to find that he was not going to carry everything before him at Ronleigh as he had done among the small fry at Horace House, The Upper Fourth voted him a "bounder," and nicknamed him "Moke."
There was with the column a great following of native servants mounted upon sturdy Soudan donkeys. The gawky camel shuffles along, a picture of woe with a load of 2 cwt. to 4 cwt., whilst the little moke trips smartly with almost an equal weight upon his back. Two Jaalin guides were supposed to show us the shortest and best track.
"There, I hit that man again, I know I did! Don't you feel him? They must be thick. Come this way, all you fellers! I can take ye!" The boat is leaping high. These survivors are brave and good. The wood-chopper, with his wooden life-preserver, is clumsy getting in. He angers Corkey. "Bail, you moke! Let the other fellows fish for the floaters!"
"That isn't what my paper hired me to do. Is it, you cow-licked, cross-eyed, two-thumbed, six-toed stuttering moke?" There is a terrifying report of knuckles on the counter. There are signs of strangling and a sneeze. "N n n noah," stammers the faithful son of swart Afric. Esther Lockwin, the bride of a few months, has been hungrily happy.
The moke struck an attitude as near Ole Bull as he could with his number eleven feet and his hollow chest, and played some diabolical selection from a foreign cat opera that would have been splendid if Wilhelmj or Ole Bull had played it, but the colored brother couldn't get within a mile of the tune.
"There was a chauffeur in smart livery on an elephant, twirling a steering-wheel on its neck for dear life, and tooting a big motor-horn.. There was a fat man in a fireman's helmet and pyjamas, armed with a peashooter, riding a donkey backwards and the moke wore two pairs of trousers!... As I rubbed my poor old eyes, the devil in command howled 'General salaam.
"It seems so so so " "So what? Oh, my grandmother! There isn't a more dainty feeder than a horse. Why, he won't even drink dirty water unless he's pretty well choking with thirst. Horse? Why, I wouldn't refuse a well-cooked bit of the toughest old moke that ever dragged a cart." "But what about fire?" I said. "Oh, there's plenty of stuff of one kind and another to get a fire together.
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