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Updated: June 30, 2025
He couldn't choke himself afther he was dead. I wouldn't belave it, not if I see him turn black in the face. It's yerself'll get choked some day if yees don't quit blatherin'. But what did ye get for yer blowin'? Any more'n the clothes ye're got to yer back?" For answer Glover dipped into his pockets, took out two handfuls of gold pieces and chinked them under the Irishman's nose.
"P'raps I will," replied Billy, "but see that the gravedigger do berry 'em deep, else he'll catch a blowin' up like the gravedigger did in Cambourne last week." "What was that, booy? Let us hear about it, Billy," exclaimed several voices.
"It 'ud be a sight easier to 'ang on 'ere," said the R.E. Reserve man who acted as gunner's mate, "if there was such a thing as a plug o' baccy to be 'ad. Wot gives me the reg'lar sick is to see them well-fed Dutchies chawin' an' blowin', blowin' an' chawin', from mornin' till night " He spat disgustedly. "When honust men," groaned Kildare, "would swop a year av life for a twist av naygurhead.
"The gale bes blowin' herself out, skipper," remarked Bill Brennen. Nolan stared blankly for a moment, then aroused himself furiously from the strange spell that had enthralled his mind since first he had looked at the face of the girl lashed to the cross-trees. He swore violently, then flung himself full-length at the very edge of the cliff, and studied the position of the stranded vessel.
He had me give him the letter to read, an' asked dare he make some copies. The stenugifer took 'em like lightnin', right there. "The judge had a hard time of it, coughin' an' blowin' over that letter. He's goin' to send some copies to the New York papers right off. He took me acrost the hall and interduced me to Lawyer Ritchie. Lawyer Ritchie, he read the letter too.
He was a crackin' good shinny player, and he could lead them cotillion-dances blowin' a whistle and callin', 'All right, Up! or something, like a car-starter, but, 'Tell me something good about him, I says to an old friend of his family.
If you'd been minded to help Ferguson a little, instead of actin' like a fool because you've thought he's took a shine to Mary Radford, we might have been further along with them rustlers. As it is, Ferguson's been playin' a lone hand. But he claims to have been doin' somethin'. He ain't been in the habit of blowin' his own horn, an' I reckon we can rely on what he says.
I'll shoot 'em down like vermin. I knew she wasn't really talkin' to me, so then I wasn't scairt. She was jest blowin' off steam. Then I got around an' looked close at 'em the checkens, I mean and I see just where the knife had cut their necks off. It was an elegant way of killing 'em, and say, how they must have flapped around after they'd got clear of their silly heads."
I was movin' off when I notices him still standin' sort of hesitatin'. "Well?" I adds. "Can I help?" "You don't happen to know," says he, "of a good eatin' house where it don't cost too all-fired much to git a square meal, do you?" "Why," says I, "I expect over on Eighth-ave., you could " And then I gets this rash notion of squarin' the account by blowin' him to a real feed.
My! but she's blowin' great guns and little pistols!" Larry had his first sight of a rescue by means of the breeches buoy. The apparatus, including a small cannon or mortar, had been brought from the life-saving station on a wagon, pulled by the men along the beach. The first act was to dig a deep hole in the sand, some distance back from the surf.
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