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The poor chap may die for your stupidity." "You call me a 'man' again, my lad, an' I'll show you what a Sergeant can do fer them as 'e don't like! As fer 'sober' I've 'ad enough o' you 'sober'. W'y, in two ticks you may be on the ground 'owlin' and bellerin' and squealin' like a Berkshire pig over the blood-tub. Sober! Yus I seen you at it."
"Aw, shut up," said Rod Rockwell, "it was only the tip, and I didn't go to cut it, anyway." "I don't giveadamn whether you went to cut it or not, you cut it! I can feel the blood running down the back of my neck." "That's only sweat, you bellerin' calf! Hold still, can't you? Djuh want me to hurt you?" "You done have already," snarled Bill Allen, fidgeting on his cracker-box.
I'm goin' to stop this business if I've got to kill every thievin' varmint in the Army o' the Cumberland. Don't you dare move till I come out, or I'll put a bullet through you. Do you hear?" "I don't believe I've got any more time to waste on that bellerin' bull-calf," said the Deacon to himself.
Here he stopped a moment, and Raymond, who was rather impatient, said, "Don’t stop; go on." The old man wiped his eyes, and said, "Heavens and arth, don’t hurry a feller so; can’t you let him wait till the big bumps get out of his throat, or would you have me bellerin’ here like a calf?" "Take your time, Mr. Middleton," said Mr.
"Cryin'! Reckon I ain't in danger from anybody that's bellerin'; but it's the fust time I've heerd that kind of a noise in these parts. Must be a woman. Sounds like what I used to hear to home when I got on a tear; 'tis a woman!"
A moo's a beller, as Peregrine says, but who ever heard of a grand lady bellerin' in a ballroom or out " "I said moo!" retorted Diana. "And it's in this book." "May I see?" I enquired. Obediently Diana rose and tendered me the volume, marking the paragraph with her finger, and at her command, I read aloud as follows.
Her husband, as he wuz doin' such a flourishin' business, had opened a cattle-yard near the house. She wuz proud of his growin' trade, but the bellerin' of the cattle disturbed her fearfully. Also the calves bleating and the lambs callin' on their dams.
"That you, Sam?" half whispered a man's voice. There was no light. "Sh!" hissed Bonner, muffling his voice. "Is everybody in?" "Bill's waitin' fer you outside. Ma an' me are here. Come on down. What's up?" "How's the girl?" "Bellerin' like a baby. Ma's with her in the cave. Hurry up! This thing's heavy."
Sing out like a bellerin' bull, now, an' et ar' more or less likely consider'bly more of less 'n less of more that she will respond!" Fearless Frank laughed, and forming his hands into a trumpet he gave vent to a loud, ear-splitting "hello!" that made the prairies ring. "Great whale uv Joner!" gasped the "General," holding his hands toward the region of his organs of hearing.
I ain't no spishus nigger myse'f, but I 'spizes fer ter year dogs a howlin' an' squinch- owls havin' de agur out in de woods, an' w'en a bull goes a bellerin' by de house den my bones git col' an' my flesh commences fer ter creep; but w'en it comes ter deze yer sines in de a'r an' deze yer sperrits in de woods, den I'm out den I'm done. I is, fer a fack.
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