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Bradshaw. "Croaker! It's his own business, ain't it? And he knows best, don't he? What's it got to do with you?" She patted Mr. Kemp's hand; Mr. Kemp patted back, and with his disengaged hand helped himself to a glass of beer the fourth and beamed in a friendly fashion upon the company. "George!" he said, suddenly. "Yes," said Mr. Wright, in a harsh voice.
Though they did not know it then, they had fought the last battle of the war for the depleted regiments of cavalry of the Army of the Tennessee. The aftertaste of Selma had been bitter, but the small, sharp flurry at the Godwin house left them no longer feeling so bitter. "Where're we goin'?" Boyd pushed his horse up beside Croaker as they swung on through the dark. "Plantersville, I guess."
Graeme, with his back to them, sat smoking on the low stone wall. Johnnie was, as usual, bunched up in the hedge opposite. "Well, Johnnie?" they heard. "Seen any crows this morning?" "Ouaie!" "How many then, you wretched little croaker?" "J'annéveu deu et j'annéveu troy." "Ah now, it's not polite as I've told you before to talk to an uneducated foreigner, in a language he does not understand.
They had missed the passage by a few feet, and now they had to wait the fall and rise again of the tide ere they could hope to get off. In the confusion that followed, Bob Croaker suggested that Martin and he should take one of the punts, or small boats which hovered round the vessel, and put out to sea, where they might spend the day pleasantly in rowing and fishing. "Capital!" exclaimed Martin.
"Any reason why I can’t bunk up there?" he asked Kells. "None ’tall, Kirby, none ’tall. Know you want to be handy like. Stow that there gear up above, Callie, an’ don’t you drop nothin’. Rest yourself easy, son. These here hosses is goin’ to be treated jus’ like th’ good stuff they is." "Croaker, also." Drew stopped by the mule, patted the long nose, gave a flip to the limp ear.
The rain came down harder and harder and the water was running about, all over in the woods, playing tag, and jumping rope, and everything like that, when, all at once, Grandpa Croaker heard a little voice crying: “Oh, dear! I’ll never get home in all this rain without wetting my new dress and bonnet! Oh, what shall I do?” “Ha, I wonder if that can be a fairy?” said Grandpa.
Then came all manner of calculations and conjectures as to the continuance of the wind, the weather under the line, the southeast trades, &c., and rough guesses as to the time the ship would be up with the Horn; and some, more venturous, gave her so many days to Boston Light, and offered to bet that she would not exceed it. ``You'd better wait till you get round Cape Horn, says an old croaker.
Tom Lofty in The Good-Natured Man was when his imposture was found out. "You ought to have your head stuck in a pillory," said Mr. Croaker. "Stick it where you will," said Mr. Lofty, "for by the lord, it cuts a poor figure where it sticks at present." Mr. Sutherland Bangs would feel like that.
If it was found that she was in no danger of foundering, and the word was most reassuring, all of them would be taken aboard in the morning. Nothing could be done at present. A few hours more would tell the tale. And then, for the first time since the disaster, the note of the croaker was heard.
But Bully and Dottie didn’t care a bit and they went on home and they met Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, who bought them an ice cream soda flavored with carrots. Now in case my little bunny rabbit doesn’t bite a hole in the back steps so the milkman drops a bottle down it when he comes in the morning, I’ll tell you in the following story about Grandpa Croaker and Brighteyes Pigg.
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