United States or Germany ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


Often I'd fill my pockets an' say: 'Well, I'll buy somethin' I want, an' that little Jack will want. I'd go to town an' see it all, an' think an' puzzle an' wonder then I'd come home with a few toys, maybe, an' bac'n an' flour an' coffee." "With all our money we can't buy higher than our source, an' when we go we leave even that behind," he added.

This has cost me ten years of outlawry an' fo'teen bullets. Now I've got all this an' well a hole in the groun' an' little Jack in the hole. If you wanter preach a sermon on the folly of pilin' up money," he went on half ironically, "here is yo' tex'. All me an' little Jack needed or cu'd use, was a few clothes, some bac'n an' coffee an' flour.

"The world," said the old man quaintly, "is full of folks who have got a big pocket-book an' a bac'n pedigree." "Do you know who this money belongs to?" he asked the outlaw. "Every dollar of it," said Jack Bracken. "It come from railroads, banks and express companies. I didn't feel squirmish about takin' it, for all o' them are robbers.

But one fall when he rid over after his shoes, the neighbors said the shoemaker had gone gone for good to Texas to live gone an' left his creditors behin'. Uncle Billy looked long an' earnestly t'wards the settin' sun, raised his han's to heaven an' said: 'Good-bye, my bacon!" Billy Buch laughed loudly. "Dat ees goot goot goot-bye, mine bac'n! I dus remember dat."

"Goot-pye, mine bac'n!" The monkey came up grinning triumphantly. Thinking he had done something worthy of a penny, he added to Billy Buch's woe by taking off his comical cap and passing it around for a collection. He was honest in it, but the crowd took it as irony, and amid their laughter Jud and Billy slipped away.

De bac'n is ready ter burn up and I 'low that there pan er baby bis'it is done to a turn. De coffee pot done het up de ice water and de ice water done took the 'roma from de coffee. Here I was a passin' compliments on Miss Molly 'bout her swif'ness, and she actin' jes lak Ca'line! De kitchen ain't no place fer spoons, 'less they is i'on spoons to stir up de batter wif.