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Entering the main trench, I hurried along, and was quite near the King Street turning when a Hun "crump" came tearing overhead. I yelled out to my man to take cover, and crushed into the entrance of a dug-out myself. In doing so, I upset a canteen of tea over a bucket-fire which one of our lads was preparing to drink.
The girl clapped it shut, with a sharp struggle against the draught, and in the momentary silence that followed we stood awkwardly and apprehensively surveying one another, while the hurricane rumbled outside. "I asked you if you had seen my grandfather," I said to Crump, at last. "Seen the cap'n? Why, no, sir," he said, surprised. "I was telling you I saw " He stopped, with a glance at Mary.
Crump, entertain the General while I'm gone, will you? I won't be a moment." But as he left the room there came through the open window the mutter of a crowd. He stopped. General Poineau whipped out his sword, and brought it to the salute. John patted him on the shoulder. "You're a sport, General," he said, "but we sha'n't want it. Come along, Crump. Come and help me address the multitude."
Arcane had a hard time of it to keep the brush from pulling George and Melissa off of Old Crump into the water. It was indeed one of the hardest day's work of the whole journey, but no one was low spirited, and all felt very well. The camping place was in a deep cañon, surrounded by thick brush, so that no wind came in to chill us. Everybody was cook and nobody was boss.
They had no reason to suppose that he was not Prince John, and they acted accordingly. With a rattle of drums they burst once more into their spirited rendering of the national anthem. Mr. Scobell sawed the air with his arms, but was powerless to dam the flood. "His Highness is shaving, sir!" bawled Mr. Crump, depositing his grip on the quay and making a trumpet of his hands. "Shaving!"
A tiny sneer fluttered from face to face, skipping one here and there in its course. It ended in Miss Castlevaine's "Huh!" "I think Miss Sterling is real pretty!" Miss Crilly, from the opposite side, beamed on the "new lady." "She has faded dreadfully," asserted Mrs. Crump. "They used to call her handsome years ago, though she never was my style o' beauty.
Crump," says my wife, with a great deal of dignity, "that, connected as we are, a young man born in a work " Your absurd pride has been the ruin of us hitherto; and, from this day, I'll have no more of it. Hark ye, Orlando, if you will take Jemimarann, you may have her; and if you'll take five hundred pounds for a half-share of the shop, they're yours; and THAT'S for you, Mrs. Cox."
When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are, and not turn sourly on the angel and say 'Crump is a better man with his grunting resistance to all his native devils. Not less conspicuous is the preponderance of nature over will in all practical life. There is less intention in history than we ascribe to it.
"You've got a good appetite, that is all," said Mrs. Crump, modestly. "By the way, Mary," said the cooper, with a sudden thought, "I quite forgot that I have something for you." "For me?" "Yes, from Mr. Merriam." "But he don't know me," said Mrs. Crump, in surprise. "At any rate, he asked me if I were married, and then handed me this envelope for you.
"Tell him no, but add that I shall be tickled to death to abdicate, if that's what they want. Speed them up, old man. Tell them to make up their minds on the jump, because I want to catch that boat. Don't let them get to discussing it, or they'll stand there talking till sunset. Yes or no. That's the idea." There was a moment's surprised silence when Mr. Crump had spoken.
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