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Updated: June 1, 2025
From a low perch above the mountain behind Becos, the sun is delivering the opposite European shore of the Bosphorus from the lingering shades of night. Out on the bosom of the classic channel vessels are swinging lazily at their anchorages. The masthead of each displays a flag bespeaking the nationality of the owner; here a Venetian, there a Genoese, yonder a Byzantine.
"'Allo, Guernsey," he greeted, "what price my tame outangs?" indicating a dozen grubby prisoners, "this one yere swallowed 'is false teeth wiv fright an' this porker yere 'as got 'is knees out of joint wiv shaking." "Why are they holding up their ?" "Oh, becos I cut the braces. Even a prisoner won't run away if his trousers are COMING DOWN. Nar then, Jerry march. No comprene?
But I lay Gawd lets folks do a bit o' blub just once," said Emigration Jane, "before 'E wipes their eyes, becos you don't begin to know wot 'appiness means until you've cried for joy!" "I pretty near did when the Doctor give me this chauffeuring job, and so I tell you stryte," affirmed her lord. "D'you know I 'ad a shy at thankin' 'im agyne, an' got my 'ead bit orf.
Ve move Nogales City over here and make dis der gounty seat. Ve bedition for a new gounty ve don't vant to belong to dot Becos River gow outfit. Ve make a town for oursellufs. Viteman didn't put in dis stock of goots for noddings. You vatch Viteman." This speech turned the tide, coming as it did with the arrival of McGinnis.
"Git on wi' it, ye stammerin' stirk!" cried M'Adam. "Why?" "Becos Owd Bob'll not rin." Tammas sat back in his chair. "What!" screamed the little man, thrusting forward. "What's that!" yelled Long Kirby, leaping to his feet. "Mon, say it agin!" shouted Rob. "What's owd addled eggs tellin'?" cried Liz Burton. "Dang his 'ead for him!" shouts Tupper. "Fill his eye!" says Ned Hoppin.
Jes becos we're rough and ain't got on full evenin' dress you musn't think we're dangerous, mum," he went on more gravely. "I'll warrant you'll fin' better fellers right here on ther alkali than on Fit' Avenoo back in New York." "Oh, do you come from New York," cried the romantic Jess, scenting what she would have called "a dear of a story." "A long time ago I did," rejoined Bud slowly.
It happened that the surgeon of McQuestion, who was something of a gadabout, was up on a gossip, and between them they proceeded to repair Leclere, "Merci, non," said he. "Do you fix firs' de dog. To die? NON. Eet is not good. Becos' heem Ah mus' yet break. Dat fo' w'at he mus' not die."
I was in 'is trench with a machine gun when 'e got 'is little bit. A chunk out of an 'and grenade 'it 'im in the thigh, and 'e laughed like 'ell becos 'e'd got a 'cushy' wound. Why, 'e even said as 'ow 'e could walk down to the dressing station, and we envied 'im like 'ell and thought it was only a flesh wound. I got 'it the next day and went to the same 'orspital where 'e was.
The voices were rising like the east wind in March. "Yo'll not, and for a very good reason too," asseverated Tammas loudly. "Gie us yer reason, ye muckle liar," cried the little man, turning on him. "Becos " began Jim Mason and stopped to rub his nose. "Yo' 'old yo' noise, Jim," recommended Rob Saunderson. "Becos " it was Tammas this time who paused.
"You may larf," said the small girl, severely; "but you won't larf when you lose it, an' all becos you won't poultice it with tea leaves." She collected the things together on a tea tray of enormous size, and holding it tightly pressed to her small waist, watched with anxious eyes as the heavy articles slowly tobogganed to the other end.
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