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But I kept on flingin' dirt as long as there was any handy, while he kept on rattlin', madder an' madder. Then I stopped, to think what I'd better do next. I was jest startin' to take off my boot, to hit him with as he come along the narrow ledge, when suddenly he uncoiled an' slipped back into the crevice.
"I like to play part of the time, but I wouldn't like to grow up ignorant." "I expect I'll always be a know-nothin', but I reckon I know as much as dad. The old man's awful ignorant. He don't care for nothin' but whisky." "And I hope you won't be like him in that, Abner." "No, I won't. I wouldn't like to have the boys flingin' stones at me, as they did at dad once when he was tight.
An' then, Billy says, he ended by jest flingin' himself on ter Streeter an' beggin' him ter wait till he could go back an' git his fiddle so he could tell him what a beautiful thing that tree was.
"LOOK yer, boy," said Uncle Remus yesterday, Stopping near the railroad crossing on Whitehall Street, and gazing ferociously at a small colored youth; "look yer, boy, Ill lay you out flat ef you come flingin' yo' watermillion rimes under my foot you watch ef I don't.
But I'm no' a guzzler, an' I dinna gang in wi' thae loons flingin' aboot guid money. 'And that's thrue for you, me bye, interrupted a rich Irish brogue, to the delight of the crowd and the amazement of Geordie, who went calmly on 'An' I canna bide yon saloon whaur they sell sic awfu'-like stuff it's mair like lye nor guid whisky, and whaur ye're never sure o' yer richt change.
"If you will hold him he is quite quiet now I will go see." A negro came panting around the turn. "Gawd-a-moughty, marster! did you cotch dat horse? You, Selim, I's gwine lam' you, I's gwine teach you er lesson dancin' roun' on yo' two foots 'cause you sees er scrap of paper! R'arin' an' pitchin' an' flingin' white folks on er heap of stones! I'll larn you!
But it's all right, by Gawd only blew 'imself up, dirty foreigner little bits of 'im and no one else 'urt and now the Old Lady's comin' down the street she'll be 'ere in quarter of an 'our and won't we show 'er ... by Gawd ... flingin' their dirty bombs up there by the Marble Arch and killin' nobody but 'imself Gawd save the Old Lady " he rushed on. So that was it.
Fox, whose petaty patch was so close to ours, that the favorite amoosement of me respected parents was flingin' the petaties over into our field by moonlight. His name was Fox, I say, but I never knowed anybody by the name of Wolf." "He's a screamer," continued Sut Simpson, who seemed to enjoy talking of such a formidable foe.
"Dat w'at make I say w'at I duz dat w'at keep me grum'lin' w'en I goes in cullud fokes s'ciety. Some niggers ain't gwine ter wuk nohow, an' hit's flingin' way time fer ter set enny chain-gang traps fer ter ketch um." "Well, now, here!" exclaimed the young man, in a dramatic tone, "what are you giving us now?
"I guess I'm some firm-mannered, just by takin' things for granted, an' I says, noddin': "'Yes. You're the lightest on your feet, I says an' I sort o' shoved at her, bird to young, an' she jumped down in, not bein' able to help it. "'Here, s'I, flingin' her an end o' cloth, 'tack it 'round smooth to them boards. "'Mother o' God, says she, swallowin' in her breath. "But she done it.
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