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"Oh, my friends, my Miss Tish, my Miss Liz, my Miss Ag, what must I say? I have not the ticket! I have been wikkid but for my sister only for my sister! She must not die she so young, so little girl!" "Tufik," said Tish sternly, "I want you to tell us everything this minute, and get it over." "She ees so little!" he said wistfully.
Is it de dance of de Saint itusse dat you ave? If not like me, vat for vy buy de pig in the poke?" "You wretch!" said I, catching my breath "you you you villainous old hag!" "Ag? ole? me not so ver ole, after all! Me not one single day more dan de eighty-doo." "Eighty-two!" I ejaculated, staggering to the wall "eighty-two hundred thousand baboons!
"And the body of my parent could I let it lie and rot in the so hot sun? Ah, no; Miss Tish, Miss Liz, Miss Ag, not so. To-day I take back my ticket, get the money, and send it to my sister. She will bury my parent, and then she comes to this so great America, the land of my good friends!" There was a moment's silence. Then Aggie sneezed!
'Whew w! he softly whistled. 'Wall, it takes two mittens t'make a pair ye'll hev t'ask her ag in. 'Yes I cannot give her up, I said decisively, 'I must try to win her back. It isn't fair. I have no claim upon her. But I must do it. 'Consarn it! women like t'be chased, he said. 'It's their natur'. What do they fix up so fer di'mon's an' silks an' satins if 'tain't t'set men a chasm 'uv 'em?
"One of the bull-whackers went out to rope the steers, and Ag gave directions from the sidewalk. He wasn't very handy with a riata, and that's a fact, but the way Ag lit into him was scandalous. When he'd missed about six casts of his rope, Ag opened up on him: "'Put a stamp on it and send it to him by mail, says Aggy, in his sourcastic way.
One thing, boy, you can mark down. We leave here to-morrow morning. "'All right, says Ag. 'This sporting life is the very devil. I like out doors as well as the next man, when I get there. "So the morrow morning, away we went. All we had for kit was the picks, shovels, and pans; the rest of our belongings was staying with the Hotel-man until we made a rise.
Peter's Mount, in the suburbs of Maestricht, abounds in corals and Bryozoa, often detachable from the matrix; and these beds are succeeded by a soft yellowish limestone 50 feet thick, extensively quarried from time immemorial for building. The stone below is whiter, and contains occasional nodules of grey chert or chalcedony. Mosasaurus Camperi. Hemipneustes radiatus, Ag. Spatangus radiatus, Lam.
'There's you and me and the law to say "no" to that I wish I had a gun. "'You don't need any gun for that skunk of a driver. "'Of course not, but there'll be passengers, and there's no telling how excited them passengers will be when they find they've got to go over the hills ford-hunting. "'Are you going to send 'em all around, Ag? "'The whole bunch.
'Gentlemen! says he, 'Let's lift up our voices in melody! That was one of Ag's delusions he thought he could sing. So four of 'em got on top of a billiard table and presented 'Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep' to the company, which made me feel glad that I hadn't been brought up that way. After Ag had hip-locked the last low note, another song-bird volunteered.
You must have warm, dry clothing to change to. Shoes are especially important. Jonas must have them, too." "How about Indian moccasins, Mr. Milton?" asked Jonas. "I bought three pairs while I was with Miss Diana." "Well, they're better than nothing," grumbled Milton. "Are you ready, Harden?" "Aye! Aye! sir!" said Harden, pulling his belt in tightly. "Are you all set, Ag and Jonas?"
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