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Updated: May 7, 2025
His father taught him to shape axe-handles, to curve lacrosse sticks, to weave their deer-sinew netting, to tan skins, to plant corn, to model arrows and most difficult of all to "feather" them, to "season" bows, to chop trees, to burn, hollow, fashion and "man" a dugout canoe, to use the paddle, to gauge the wind and current of that treacherous Grand River, to learn wild cries to decoy bird and beast for food.
There is an old and homely story of a man who went to a great doctor suffering from dyspepsia. The doctor asked him what he ate, and he said that he always lunched off bread and cheese. "Try a mutton chop," said the doctor. He did so with excellent results. A year later he was ill again and went to the same doctor, who put him through the same catechism.
The table was set, the chop was cooked, everything was ready. Mrs. Morel put on her black apron. She was wearing her best dress. Then she sat, pretending to read. The minutes were a torture to her. "H'm!" said Morel. "It's an hour an' a ha'ef." "And those children waiting!" she said. "Th' train canna ha' come in yet," he said. "I tell you, on Christmas Eve they're HOURS wrong."
And behind, curving too, the hills stood clear, with the grey phantom of Vesuvius in sharp familiar lines, sending up its stream of steady red, and now and then a leaping flame. It was a scene to wake the latent sentiment of even a British bosom. I thought I would stay a little longer. "So you usually ordered a chop?" I said by way of resuming the conversation. "I hope the chops were tender."
'Pears like I brought myself fortune when I give you that pint o' milk. I've had a reg'lar string o' customers sence, I have. An' here, what you lookin' so sharp at that one chop for? Didn't you know I was goin' to make it two, an' loaf accordin'?" Glory swallowed fast.
But what truisms are these; who believes in philanthropy nowadays? "Come in." "Oh, it is you, Emma!" "Are you going to dine at home to-day, sir?" "What can I have?" "Well, yer can 'ave a chop or a steak." "Anything else?" "Yes, yer can 'ave a steak, or a chop, or " "Oh, yes, I know; well then, I'll have a chop. And now tell me, Emma, how is your young man?
"Well, sir," said Grabman, mollified, "you speak very much like a gentleman. My feelings were hurt at first, I own. I am hasty, but I can listen to reason. Will you walk back with me to the house you have just left? And suppose we then turn in and have a chop together, and compare notes." "Willingly," answered the tall stranger, and the two inquisitors amicably joined company.
Every day, when he got out of bed and saw from his window the proud towers of Les Aigues, the chimneys of the pavilions, and the noble gates, he said to himself: "They shall fall! I'll dry up the brooks, I'll chop down the woods." But he had two victims in mind, a chief one and a lesser one.
'I wonder can they be preserved in any way, said Robert, crushing in his lips the pleasant bitter-sweet berry. 'Linda is a wonderful hand at preserves, and when she comes' The thought seemed to energize him to the needful preparation for that coming: he immediately made a chop at a middle-aged Weymouth pine alongside, and began to cut it down. 'Well, as to preserving the cranberries, said Mr.
I have seen factories belonging to the Swedish houses beside which this factory at Agonjo is a palace although those factories are white man factories, and the unfortunate white men in them are expected by these firms to live on native chop an expectation the Agents by no means realise, for they usually die.
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