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But, although the water put out the fire, his back was burnt as black as a cinder. The hare, seeing an opportunity for torturing the badger to his heart's content, made a poultice of cayenne pepper, which he carried to the badger's house, and, pretending to condole with him, and to have a sovereign remedy for burns, he applied his hot plaister to his enemy's sore back.
Pretty Pierre bent over and said slowly: "If you stay here, Grah, the Indian get your scalp; if you go, the snow is deep and the frost is like a badger's tooth, and you can't be carried." "Oh, Oh! my mother dead poor Annie by God, Grah want pipe poor Grah sleep in snow-bubble, bubble Oh, Oh! the long wind, fly away."
'Twas my friend the pickpocket: and he sat before a fire of dry sticks a little way back from the road. His scanty hair, stiff as a badger's, now stood upright around his batter'd cap, and he look'd at me over the bushes, with his hook'd nose thrust forward like a bird's beak. "Bien lightmans, comrade good day! 'Tis a good world; so stop and dine." I pull'd up my grey.
Then the corn spread over the field, and the Ploughman went away in a white mist in the skies, and was seen no more. The Badger's Money Once upon a time, in a hut at a place called Namékata, in Hitache, there lived an old priest, famous neither for learning nor wisdom, but bent only on passing his days in prayer and meditation.
Badger, "to tell the truth, Miss Clare, this view of the matter had not occurred to me until Mrs. Badger mentioned it. But when Mrs. Badger put it in that light, I naturally gave great consideration to it, knowing that Mrs. The conclusion at which I have arrived is in short, is Mrs. Badger's conclusion." "It was a maxim of Captain Swosser's," said Mrs.
You shooting here?" He pushed the dice back toward the outlaw. "Shoot again!" Du Sang, scowling, snapped the dice and threw badly. "Up jump the devil, is it? Shoot again!" And, pushing back the dice, Smith moved closer to Du Sang. The two men touched arms. Du Sang, threatened in a way wholly new to him, waited like a snake braved by a mysterious enemy. His eyes blinked like a badger's.
"You want to do just what I tell you, don't you?" "Of course," she answered. "But I thought you didn't like Mr. Badger's oil company." "Whether I like it or not makes no difference. I want you to say just what I tell you." "Oh, very well, Mr. Tutt." "Then you must tell him about the note, and that first it will have to be paid off." "Yes."
The passages to the dwellings frequently turn at sharp angles, at which places the badgers make a stand when attacked. Mr. St. John caused a badger's hole to be dug out, and he there found balls of grass, rolled up to the size of a man's fist, evidently intended for food. That gentleman also says, that he has frequently found the bulb of the common blue hyacinth lying near the hole.
"I don't think you ever did. I have never been here." "But I have seen you, and I want to see you again; and you will come when you can, won't you? Where do you live?" "At Mr. Badger's, and I came from New York with a Mr. Blanco." "Where is your father?" "He is in Italy." "And that is over the sea, over the sea!" she murmured, as she returned to her sitting-room.
'I know it's a shabby, dingy little place, he sobbed forth at last, brokenly: 'not like your cosy quarters or Toad's beautiful hall or Badger's great house but it was my own little home and I was fond of it and I went away and forgot all about it and then I smelt it suddenly on the road, when I called and you wouldn't listen, Rat and everything came back to me with a rush and I WANTED it!
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