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Ellinwood got out two stout lines and made one fast around Code's waist, leading it to the starboard bitt. The other fastened Jimmie to the port bitt, so that if they were washed overboard they might be hauled back to safety and life again. "Looks like she was blowin' up a little!" remarked Pete later in the day as the Lass rolled down to her sheerpoles in a sudden rain squall.
And Skid, thinkin' it all over in the luxury of his nine by ten boudoir, got to wonderin' what attractions along that line he could hold out to a young lady that was used to blowin' in more for one new spring lid than he could earn in a couple of weeks. "And orchids are her favorite flowers!" says he. "Ever buy any orchids, Torchy?"
"Blowin' up wonderful," he observed, quietly, smoothing his long hair, which the wind had put awry. "Gets real dirty long about the Thirty Devils in the dark. Don't it, Will?" Will said that it did indeed, it did no doubt about that, whatever. "I s'pose," the skipper drawled, in conclusion, "we'd as lief get underway at dawn." "Very good," said the doctor.
Wall, the years passed an' my daddy an' my oldest brother was a workin' in that same field, a raisin' of his co'n an' a makin' of his licker an' mind you the gover'ment never had opened its chops, fur it was good licker an' all at once jest like years befo' there came a beatin' of drums an' a blowin' of fifes over in the road.
Two women on horseback, and one blowin' a bugle, led the way for the carriage of Madam Antoinette Blackwell.
My aunt would upbraid him for laziness, whereupon he would say that when he got up he liked the feel of that bed so much that he wanted to begin next night right where he had left off. I was seven years old when Uncle Peabody gave me the watermelon seeds. I put one of them in my mouth and bit it. "It appears to me there's an awful draft blowin' down your throat," said Uncle Peabody.
Dellanow, so I think I'll go 'ome and get my master 'is supper'; and she was just goin' down the stairs when all of a sudden he starts up in bed and sez, 'Do you 'ear that whistle blowin'? 'No, I sez, 'you've been dreamin'. There isn't nobody whistlin' at this time o' night. 'Yes, he sez, 'there is, and it blowed three times.
The' 's somethin' stirrin' among th' rocks; I hear th' soun' of it in th' night, when th' wind has stopped blowin'. Oh, stay by me a little while, Miss Darlin'! stay by me! for it's th' Las' Day, may be, that's close on us, 'n' I feel as if I couldn' meet th' Lord all alone!"
'Twa'n't savin' life neither; 'twas jest a matter of bus'ness. "It happened up off the coast of Maine 'long in the seventies. I was actin' as sort of second mate on a lumber schooner. 'Twas a pitch-black night, or mornin' rather, 'bout six o'clock, blowin' like all possessed and colder 'n Greenland.
Old Missus would cry an' she was good to us but dey had no money. "'Fo de war Marse Murry would wake all de niggers by blowin' a big 'konk' an' den when dinner time would come Old Missus would blow de 'konk' an' call dem to dinner. I got so I could blow dat 'konk' fer Old Missus but oh! it tuk my wind. "Marse Murry would 'low me to drive his team when he would go to market.
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