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Updated: June 9, 2025
Chub is an owl he can't see in the moonlight." "Well, but, Chub why do you call yourself an owl? You don't want to see me, boy, do you?" "Chub wants to see nobody but his mother there's Miss Lucy now why don't you let me see her? she talks jest like Chub's mother." "Why, you dog, didn't you help to steal her away? Have you forgotten how you pulled away the stones?
I bet he never finished paying back that money yuh lent him out uh the kindness uh your heart. Did he?" Pink leaned against the corral fence and kicked meditatively at a snow-covered rock. "He did not, m' son. Chub's all I ever got out uh the deal and I haven't even got him.
"You'll see! only show us how to find him, and we'll tie him, and we'll build you a new house, and you shall have more potatoes and corn than you can shake a stick at, and we'll give you a great jug of whiskey into the bargain." "Now will you! And a jug of whiskey too, and build a new house for Chub's mother and the corn, and the 'tatoes." "All! you shall have all we promise."
"That Chub's a regular little pig," Patricia said, as they rode off, but her words were not heard by Mandy or Chub, for the youthful driver was shouting a loud warning to Chub to throw no more snowballs for fear of a sound thrashing followed by arrest, while Chub, afraid to throw the snowballs, hurled after the pung the worst names that he could think of.
After five minutes spent alternately in spurring Dixie and yanking at Chub's lead-rope, Rowdy grew frightened and took to shouting. While they were in the lane Miss Conroy must perforce ride straight ahead, but the lane would not last always.
A deep-voiced dog bayed loudly, and a shrill yelp cut in and clamored for recognition. Miss Conroy gasped. "It's Lion and Skeesicks. We're at Rodway's, Mr. Vaughan." Rowdy, for the second time, thanked the Lord. But when he was stripping the pack off Chub's back, ten minutes later, he was thinking many things he would not have cared to say aloud.
Alone, his confidence in his own stealth and secresy, would encourage him to penetrate; but, now! he only grinned at the suggestion of the hunters saying shrewdly: "No! thank you! I'll stay out here and keep Chub's company."
Guy Rivers has plenty to eat, but he cursed Chub's mother." "Well, show us where he is, and we'll give you plenty to eat. Plenty of potatoes and corn," was the promise of the party. "And build up Chub's house that the fire burnt? Chub lives in the tree now. Guy Rivers' man burnt Chub's house, 'cause he said Chub was sassy."
I should have you whipped for it, sir do you know that I can whip don't the hickories grow here?" "Yes, so Chub's mother said but you can't whip Chub. Chub laughs he laughs at all your whips. That for your hickories. Ha! ha! ha! Chub don't mind the hickories you can't catch Chub, to whip him with your hickories. Try now, if you can.
Sparkes had but one recreation, that of angling; for many years he had devoted such hours of summer leisure as Chaffey's granted him to piscatory excursions, were it only as far as the Welsh Harp. Finding this young man disposed to lend a respectful ear, and to venture intelligent questions, he was presently discoursing at large. "Chub? Why chub's a kind of carp, don't you see.
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