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The first engine that come up to the sand house had a familiar look, even with a boot-leg stack that was fearfully and wonderfully made. There was a shaggy head sticking out of the side window, and two cool grey eyes blinked at me, but didn't seem to see me; yet a cheery voice from under the beard said: "Hello, Brother John, you're late, but guess you'll catch on pretty quick.
But I must say I was never so tried to keep my head above me as when I came to that door. Two figures in white came out to meet me. At first I did not observe I had enough to do keeping my eyes open that they were the Mlles. de Lambert. "God save us!" I heard one of them say. "He is hurt; he is pale. See the blood running off his boot-leg."
"And if worse comes to worst!" cried Alice, gaily, "I'll get some orange-sticks and we'll stew them for soup. It can't be much worse than boot-leg consomme." "Oh, Alice!" cried Ruth. "You are hopeless." "Hopeless but not helpless! Auf Wiedersehen!" But in spite of her gay laugh as she closed the hall door after her, Alice DeVere's face wore a look of despondency.
Rich young ladies peeped at Fyodor out of the carriages and sledges, put out their tongues and shouted, laughing: "Beggar! Beggar!" Students, officers, and merchants walked behind Fyodor, jeering at him and crying: "Drunkard! Drunkard! Infidel cobbler! Soul of a boot-leg! Beggar!" All this was insulting, but Fyodor held his tongue and only spat in disgust.
The movement of the blanket ceased; the soft, swishing sound recommenced. He drew a glittering bowie-knife from his boot-leg, and in three noiseless strides was beside the pile. There he saw what he fully expected to see, a narrow, horizontal gap between the log walls of the cabin and the adobe floor, slowly widening and deepening by the burrowing of unseen hands from without.
Thankful for the darkness that closed around him, he slung the water-monkey over his shoulder in its hammock of netted cord, pushed the side of codfish inside his shirt, poked the chart into his boot-leg, put the cheese in the sack atop the flour, and was freighted for his journey through the hold.
He was full of boot-leg whisky " "What kind of whisky's that, pa?" asked Custer. "That," said Mr. Shrimplin, looking into the round innocent face of his son, "that's the stuff the traders used to sell the Indians. Strong? Well, you might say it was middling strong just middling about three drops of it would make a rabbit spit in a bulldog's face!"
There was only one point of resemblance between them, their dark complexions; but the even colour of Valentina Mihailovna's face, arms, and shoulders constituted one of her charms, while in her brother it reached to that shade of swarthiness which polite people call "bronze," but which to the Russian eye suggests a brown leather boot-leg.
One of the latter struck my knee with force enough to wound the bone without penetrating the grained-leather boot-leg. In front of us the ground rose into the timber where our infantry was engaged. It was madness to continue firing here, for my shot must first plow through our own lines before reaching the enemy.
"I'm goin' to town!" Skinny answered shortly. "I'm going up to Eagle Butte and get on a hell of a drunk if I can get hold of any boot-leg whisky Carolyn June and me have bu'sted up on our love-making!" "Going to get drunk, are you?" the Ramblin' Kid queried with a note of scorn in his voice, "an' forget your sorrows?"
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