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Updated: June 13, 2025


"I reckon you're the younkers I'm waiting for." "If you are Hank Hazletine, you are the man." "That's the name I gin'rally go by; which one of you is Jack Dudley?" "I am," replied that young gentleman. "Then t'other one is Fred Greenwood, eh?" he asked, turning toward the younger. "You have our names right."

Wa'al, I'm openin' a field for 'em and spreadin' 'em gin'rally through these air benighted and onhealthy districts, havin' the contract for the hull State especially for Wozun's Universal Injin Panacea ez cures everything bein' had from a recipe given by a Sachem to Dr. Wozun's gran'ther. That bag leavin' out a dozen paper collars and socks is all the rest samples.

And I'll be proud to have you drop down and visit me now and then, too. Gin'rally I haven't anyone to talk to but the First Mate, bless his sociable heart. He's a mighty good listener, and has forgot more'n any MacAllister of them all ever knew, but he isn't much of a conversationalist. You're young and I'm old, but our souls are about the same age, I reckon.

"I gin'rally take the short cut through the narrers," replied the Captain, "but I thought you mightn't like the breakers on the shoals, so I'm goin' 'round the p'int flat." "Huh! I ain't a-scared of breakers. Can't be too rough for me. Wisht 'twould blow to beat the band." "Maybe 'twill by and by. Pretty toler'ble slick now, though."

It 'pears to me that, allowin' that to be gospel truth, them ther papers orter be in MY possession you hevin' so to speak no rights to purtect, bein' off the board with this yer young lady, and bein' moved gin'rally by free and independent cussedness.

Hold on and you'll see," said Uncle Ben. He resumed with triumphant emphasis: "'When it were gin'rally allowed that I haddent a red cent, I want to explain to you Mister Ford for the first time a secret. This here is how it was done. When I first came to Injian Spring, I settled down into the old Palmetto claim, near a heap of old taillings.

Round and round the mill he flew, keeping the outside stock from flying off at a tangent, and soothing and quieting the beasts nearest to him with his voice. The "run" was over as suddenly as it commenced, and the men, breathless and exhausted, stood around the circle of panting cattle. "Whar's the Captain?" said one; "he gin'rally soop'rintends a job like this himself." "And likes to do it.

Gin'rally speakin', judges are lawyers. They get to be judges because they have what Hogan calls th' joodicyal timp'ramint, which is why annybody gets a job. Th' other kind people won't take a job. They'd rather take a chance. Th' judge listens to a case f'r days an' decides it th' way he intinded to.

"We're to find out her standin', Roop," he began again with a more judicious blending of ease and technicality, "and her contracts, if any, and where she lives and her way o' life, and examine her books and papers ez to marriages and sich, and arbitrate with her gin'rally in conversation you inside the house and me out on the pavement, ready to be called in if an interview with business principals is desired."

"But I shouldn't think he would care whether he was on the school-committee or not. It isn't such an exalted position." Captain Eri's answer was in the form of a parable. "Old Laban Simpkins that lived 'round here one time," he said, "was a mighty hard ticket. Drank rum by the hogshead, pounded his wife till she left him, and was a tough nut gin'rally.

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