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Updated: May 2, 2025
How no? Sacramento! If that I am president and do not make one meelion dolla in the one year you shall keek me on that side! valgame Dios! "Denver got a Cuban cigar-maker to fix up a little cipher code with English and Spanish words, and gave the General a copy, so we could cable him bulletins about the election, or for more money, and then we were ready to start.
'I gi' ten dolla, I say. She say, 'I no sell; no not for a hunner' but she give it him! for to make Yukon Inua to let him go safe. Hein? Savvy?" And lapsing into Ingalik, he endorsed this credential not to be denied. "It is true," he wound up in English. The "Autocratrix Russorum" was solemnly handed back. "You have make a brave journey.
He led the way behind a little shack, a troop of children following, and there were two wolf-dogs, not in the best condition, one reddish, with a white face and white forelegs, the other grey with a black splotch on his chest and a white one on his back. "How much?" "Fiftee dolla." "And this one?" "Fiftee dolla." As the Colonel hesitated, the old fellow added: "Bohf eightee dolla."
Said Raoul, with an unsteady utterance, as he slammed the drawer: "H-h-dat makes me dat I can't 'elp to laugh w'en I t'ink of dat fool yesse'dy w'at want to buy my pigshoe for honly one 'undred dolla' ha, ha ha, ha!" He laughed almost indecorously. "Raoul," said Frowenfeld, rising and closing his eyes, "I am going back for my hat.
Allee time foolee me," he grinned facetiously. "You no see me the'? Me playum, too. Win ten dolla', you bet!" "Well, all right, Woo," said Rimrock. "Just give me something to eat we won't quarrel about who won." He leaned back in his chair and Woo Chong said no more till he appeared again with a T-bone steak. "You ketchum mine, pletty soon?" he questioned anxiously.
The brother gave earnest thanks for deliverance, but Lam thought that the same magic should give him back the six hundred pieces of silver that had gone into the sea. "My savee plenty Lord helpee you," said he. "Allee samee, him hell to live when poor. Him Lord catchee Chile money, my givee fitty dolla churchee." He sighed despairingly, and fed more cocoa-husks to his make-shift oven.
"Oh, eightee for the two?" He nodded. "Well, where's the other?" "Hein?" "The other the third dog. Two are no good." "Yes. Yes," he said angrily, "heap good dog." For answer, a head-shake, the outstretched hand, and the words, "Eightee dolla tabak tea." "Wait," interrupted the Boy, turning to the group of children; "where's the other dog?" Nobody answered. The Boy pantomimed. "We want three dogs."
“Humph,” muttered Aunt Belindy, “dem Grammont gals be glad to see any t’ing dat got breeches on; lef ’lone good lookin’ piece like dat Grégor.” “Grégor, he neva sey, ‘Tank you dog,’ jis’ fling he big dolla down on de counta an’ ’low ‘don’t want no dinna: gimme some w’iskey.’
The Altrurian waited for the tumult to die away, and then he said, gently: "I don't understand." The old farmer jerked himself to his feet again. "It's like this: I paid my dolla' to hear about a country where there wa'n't no co'perations nor no monop'lies nor no buyin' up cou'ts; and I ain't agoin' to have no allegory shoved down my throat, instead of a true history, noways.
YOU no Pilat you allee same tunnel-man you Bob Johnson! Me shabbee you! You dressee up allee same as Led Lofer but you Bob Johnson allee same. My fader washee washee for you. You no payee him. You owee him folty dolla! Me blingee you billee. You no payee billee! You say, 'Chalkee up, John. You say, 'Bimeby, John. But me no catchee folty dolla!"
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