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Hornaday to undertake to preserve a small number of this species in the Bronx Park. The bum nature, I fear, would languish in captivity. The creature would likely lose its health, and, worse, its spirits. It is a nomad, a child of nature. It takes no thought for the morrow, as our modern prophets teach us to do. I asked him what he was going to do now. There was something sublime about that being.
He had said that the "furriner" cared nothing for her, and had dared to tell her that she was in love with him. Her cheeks began to bum. She would call him back and tell him that she cared no more for the "furriner " than she did for him. She started from the steps, but paused, straining her eyes through the darkness. It was too late, and, with a helpless little cry, she began pacing the porch.
"On the way down, we talked about being in a hurry to get back to you fellows, and I told Mig so Dunk could hear that we wouldn't bother with the horse. We tied him to the corral. And I hunted around for that bum chain, and then we made out we couldn't find the padlock for the door; so we decided, right out loud, that he'd be dead safe for an hour or two, till the bunch of us got back.
I wonder if he'll let us go any farther in the car? He's so managerial, and dad is sure to take his side. He tried to scare us off by that telegram to Fargo." Now: "He'd be horrified if he knew about that bum brake. Milt didn't mind. Milt likes his womenfolks to be daring. Jeff wants his harem admiring and very reliable." She crouched on the shore, a rather forlorn figure.
Anyhow, she had quit the scene of her early triumphs, lured by the attractive offer of a vaudeville manager. In this new field she appeared for a short time; but when on the roof they put her on the programme sandwiched between a troup of performing dogs and a bunch of bum acrobats she kicked! Any self-respecting artiste would have done the same! I agreed with her.
'S af'ernoon now, but I was plumb fooled this mornin'. Y' know i's af'ernoon now. Thought you was the guy I'm lookin' for. H'overlan' Red bum tram'. Wire from Loshangeles to upperan' him if he shows up here. See?" "You're not quite clear to me," replied Winthrop. "But never mind about apprehending any one. Let's talk about this glorious prospect of sand, silence, and solitude.
Now yer better turn me er loose, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee; I got er nuther han' lef', and 'ker bum' he come wid his udder han', on de tar baby's tuther jaw, an' dat han' stuck. "'Look er hyear! who yer foolin' wid? sez Brer Rabbit; 'I got er foot yit. Den he kick wid all his might, an' his foot stuck. Den he kick wid his udder foot, an' dat stuck.
You'll be hung yet, you loafer. A good-for-nothing bum, that's what. Get out o' here!" "I'm gettin'," said Buzz. He took his hat off the hook and wiped it carefully with the lower side of his sleeve, round and round. He placed it on his head, jauntily.
I bet he's a bum specimen at that. Runt, like his pa." Elmer flung down his newspaper in honest indignation as Nick had wickedly meant he should. "Is that so! Why, we was wrastling round me and him, see last night on the floor, and what does he do, he raises his mitt and hands me a wallop in the stomick it like to knock the wind out of me. That's all. Sixteen months " "Yeh.
"That big bum," O'Malley snorted. "Only today he said that he's livin' in a palace with a sure-enough butler to buttle." O'Malley shook his head sadly. "The spalpeen says that butler can sure bake a foine pie." "On top of that we get to fly Thunderbolts for the fun of it." Stan jabbed a slab of wood into the stove and slammed the door. "We've jest been havin' bad luck," O'Malley said.
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