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"What cheer, covies?" cried he before he was well in the room. "She's come back!" "Who your mother?" said Jack. "Yaas," said Billy; "worn't she jolly neither? She give me a wipin' last night same as I never got." And when we came to look at our queer visitor he bore about his face and person undoubted marks of the truth of this story. "What a shame it is!" I said to Jack.
Kant could have picked up pure reason among the crowds of simply reasoning creatures who have possessed the scene since long before the brain of man was created. Covies of immemorial Thoreaus bivouac under those hazy woods, and pre-glacial Emersons are circling overhead. The problem of successfully living they have all solved. What more have any of us done?
On Colonel Clayton's ample portico big enough to shelter half a dozen covies behind its honeysuckles both young and old would settle side by side; the younger bevy hovering about the Judge's blue-eyed daughter a bird so blithe and of so free a wing, that the flock always followed wherever she alighted.
"Come, ain't you covies agoing to move along and get some lush, or is you goin' to stand here all night, and hanged to you?" cried the doorkeeper, who had secured the door, and wanted to turn his attention to any amusement that might be going on, including that of being asked to drink by any good-natured bushranger present. "Don't you be in a hurry, you old grampus," cried Mr.
"English partridge will, I grant, do this sometimes, on very warm days in September; but let a man go out with his heavy gun and steady dog late in December, or the month preceding it, let him see thirty or more covies as on good ground he may let him see every covey rise at a hundred yards, and fly a mile; let him be proud and glad to bag his three or four brace; and then tell me that there is any sport in these Atlantic States so wild as English winter field-shooting.
The men who were set to rob the couple meantime dodged along on their trail, keeping far in shore toward the Sheepshead Bay, and their leader was chuckling all the time. He said: "Oh, covies! how am I for a prophet? I'm a mind reader, and I'll set up for a professional. These fagots are carrying out my programme to the letter.
Bingley," said her mother, "I beg you will come here, and shoot as many as you please on Mr. Bennet's manor. I am sure he will be vastly happy to oblige you, and will save all the best of the covies for you." Elizabeth's misery increased, at such unnecessary, such officious attention!
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