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He doesn’t want a powerful civilian ready to face up to him all the time. If he can discredit Don Cazar in this country, he figures he has it made." Nye laughed shortly. "Lordy, what bottle did he suck out a dream like that? A lizard might jus’ as well try to fight it out with a cougar an’ think he hadda chance of winnin’. This here’s th’ Range, an’ ain’t nobody but th’ Old Man runs th’ Range!
We’re little fellows. Our graft ain’t big like the Dutch Emperor’s, but maybe it comes just as regular on pay day. Ich ka bibble." "Duck," I said, "you explain your presence here by telling me that you enlisted while drunk. How do you explain my being here?" "You’re a Doc. I guess there must be big money into it," he returned with a wink. "I draw no pay." "I believe you," he remarked, leering.
He closed his knife, placed it in his pocket, and looked at his wife, completely puzzled. The power of speech had come to her, for she went on, in an unnatural tone, however, and fumbling nervously with the dishes before her. “I’m fool enough about some things, but I ain’t quite such a fool as that.” “What are you talking about, Fanny?”
My man worked in the orange groves in Florida, and he knows all about grafting. There ain’t one of our neighbors has an orchard that bears like ours.” In the middle of the orchard we came upon a grape-arbor, with seats built along the sides and a warped plank table. The three children were waiting for us there. They looked up at me bashfully and made some request of their mother.
"Dimmy dot a tore toe, too." But Jimmy showed a strange reticence about offering proofs of his affliction. At the peril of his equilibrium, he clasped the allegedly injured member in his chubby hand and rolled over on the bed in apparent anguish. "Less see, Jimmy," asked his mother, anxiously. "Don’t bleeve him, mammy. He ’ain’t ever cried. He’d a cried, for sure, if his toe was sore."
At last rousing himself he turned to his other guests, and said, "You mustn’t think hard on me, if I ain’t as peart and talkin’ like for a spell; Bill’s comin’ home has kinder oversot the old man, and I’m thinkin’ of the past when we’s little boys and lived at home on pap’s old plantation afore any of us was dead."
"I come here to herd sheep," Leander had brazenly retaliated. "I ’ain’t come to try to make you think." Nevertheless, he appeared docile enough as the time came for the journey to the dipping-vat, and did his part in making ready. The wagon was the rudest of structures; it consisted merely of one long, stout pole.
“My old folks,” said Tiny Soderball, “have put in twenty acres of rye. They get it ground at the mill, and it makes nice bread. It seems like my mother ain’t been so homesick, ever since father’s raised rye flour for her.” “It must have been a trial for our mothers,” said Lena, “coming out here and having to do everything different. My mother had always lived in town.
Now he ain’t no patient man; he’s th’ kind as uses his hooks hard when he’s ridin’. "You know, you sure can tell a lot ’bout a man when you give a look at his hoss after he’s come off th’ trail. That there Shiloh colt o’ yours, an’ this here lady hoss, an’ that old mule ... anyone can see as how they’s always been handled nice an’ easy.
The family broke into hearty peals of laughter; the tragedy of the first generation had grown to be the unfailing source of merriment for the second. "Maw," began Orlando, "the reason you don’t get no bird-house built out hyear is that they ain’t no birds.
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