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Updated: May 19, 2025
"It am so nice not to know whar you's gwine to, or whar you's comin' to, or who's dar, or who's not dar, or what fish'll turn up, or what beast'll turn down, or what nixt oh! it am so jolly! what you sniggerin' at, you dirty leetle cub?" The question was put to the Indian boy, who seemed much amused by something he saw up among the trees.
It was kicked into the lodge, and a few compliments were thrown at the boys by the porter, before they could get the ball out again. These compliments, you may be quite sure, the boys did not fail to return with interest: Tom Channing, in particular, being charmingly polite. "And the saucy young beast'll be the senior boy soon!" foamed Mr. Ketch, as the lot decamped.
You should never hold the reins when you fire, nor try to put the gun to your shoulder. It a'n't needful. The beast'll look arter itself, if it's a riglar buffalo-runner; any ways holdin' the reins is of no manner of use. I once know'd a gentleman that came out here to see the buffalo- huntin'. He was a good enough shot in his way, an' a first-rate rider.
Dick still held out his hand, scarcely moving a muscle, while Ned called out: "Come away, Dick, that beast'll scratch out your eyes." "Wonder what it would do if I cuffed it?" The Indian appeared to understand this, for he spoke sharply to the lynx, and going up to it patted its head and stroked its body lightly. He then motioned to Dick to do the same.
The footman walked away; I waited by myself and thought, "I wonder how it'll be? I daresay the old beast'll screw out a fearful price, for all she's so rich. Five hundred roubles she'll ask, I shouldn't be surprised." Well, at last the footman returned, saying, "If you please, walk up." I followed him into the drawing-room. A little yellowish old woman sat in an armchair blinking.
Peggy's eyes drew down at the corners, and her lip quivered. "Keep him if you want to, imp of Satan, but some day here, see if the beast'll eat this bit of meat." Jinnie placed the shivering dog on the floor, and Peg put a piece of meat under his nose. In her excitement, Jinnie rushed away to Lafe. Peg's mumble followed her even through the closed door.
For my part I believed we should both be killed and devoured. Ben was of a different opinion, and before I could do more than give utterance to an exclamation of terror, he had caught me by the legs and hoisted me high above his shoulders into the air! "Now, lad," shouted he, "lay hold of the branch and hoist yourself up. Quick! quick! or the beast'll be on us."
But to run down the poor farmer's last goose, run over children, drive horses crazy, torment their drivers, cover the Lord God's grain with dust, and dirty up the hay so 't not a beast'll take a mouthful of it, go bellowing past the church just when the pastor's talking inside about the Kingdom o' Heaven, and not only that, but stink like the devil, that's what you like!
You should never hold the reins when you fire, nor try to put the gun to your shoulder. It an't needful. The beast'll look arter itself, if it's a riglar buffalo-runner; any ways, holdin' the reins is of no manner of use. I once know'd a gentleman that came out here to see the buffalo-huntin'. He was a good enough shot in his way, an' a first-rate rider.
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