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Updated: June 4, 2025
When Susan was particularly "worked up" over something, "jest b'ilin' inside" as she expressed it, she always sang this song her own composition, to the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home": "I've taken my worries, an' taken my woes, I have, I have, An' shut 'em up where nobody knows, I have, I have.
"No, jest thought I'd help you out." "It's no sich of a thing. You know you don't love me an' you jest want a chance to tell me so." "Did it ever hit you, Margaret, that a woman ought to put herself in a condition to be loved? Scoldin' don't fetch out love no mo' than b'ilin' water would fetch out blossoms." "I don't scold, and I don't see why you always keep a hintin' that I do. Scold!
It is bolotics from der beginning to der ent; mit der governor vorwärts." "Then I am tellin' you-all right now there's goin' to be a heap o' trouble," drawled "Pike County" Griggs, the oldest engineer on the line. "The shopmen are b'ilin'; and if the major puts on that blanket cut in wages he's talkin' about " "'If'," broke in Callahan, with fine scorn.
They bile the quills in wather with the flower. Luk! Thar's some wool dyed that way." "An' the red?" said Yan, scribbling away. "Faix, an' they had no rale good red. They made a koind o' red o' berry juice b'iled, an' wanst I seen a turrible nice red an ol' squaw made b'ilin' the quills fust in yaller awhile an' next awhile in red." "What berries make the best red, Granny?"
"He ain't b'ilin' over with enthusiasm; but I c'n stand it, for your sake," he added with amazing assurance; but the girl had turned away, and it was wasted. At the table he ate heartily of the "bean swaagen," which filled a large wooden bowl in the center of the table, and which was ladled into smaller wooden bowls at each plate.
Might come handy, some time; only Tige, he hates the sound of it like he hates porkypines or badgers. "Mary and me and Tige laid up in Los Angeles fer a spell, resting the cattle. All greasers, down there and fleas and take the two t'gether, they jest about wore out the hull kit and b'ilin' of us. "What's pesterin' the ole feller?
Brennan firmly by the hand so that we should not become separated, I crept across the intervening blackness, and reached his side. "Holy smoke, Cap," the little man muttered in suppressed excitement, as he realized my presence, "it's a goin' ter be b'ilin' hot in thar mighty soon. Mariar's steam is a risin'."
Dere can't no lobster come into dis yeer kitchen," said Phillis, attempting to close the door. But she saw the muzzle of a gun thrust into the opening. Her hands grasped it. One vigorous pull and it was hers, and the villain was fleeing. "I'se got it! I'se got de villin's gun. Wid de pistils, de musket, and de b'ilin' water we'll fight 'em!" she shouted. Ruth, keeping watch, saw a squad of men.
'By gum, I'm the Earl of Lambeth! he says, and took out to the nearest tavern and got b'ilin' full. Afterward he showed 'em the paper and they seen with their own eyes where Richard Keppel Cavendish, Earl of Lambeth, had died in London.
Why not tap 'em, and set a couple of pots b'ilin' over your open fire? You'd kill two birds with one stone; the fire'd keep you warm, and make a lot of sugar in the bargain. I opinion, too, the children would like the fun." They were already shouting over the idea, but I said dubiously, "How about the pails to catch the sap?" "Well," said Mr. Jones, "I've thought of that.
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