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Updated: June 7, 2025
If I could let you go to the dogs without worryin' about it, I'd do it quick enough; but I've got a miserable, sneakin' old conscience that won't stand right up and make me do right, like a man; but when I want to do some thin' mean it begins a gnawin' and a gnawin' at me till I have to do what I oughter for the sate of a little peace and comfort. A-a-h!"
"Jest imagine the feelinks uv the mother!" says Lem, sad like. "Jest imagine the feelinks uv the baby," says Dock. "How'd you like to be lyin' helpless in a crib with a big rat gnawin' your ear?" Wall, all this conversation wuz fur from pleasant to those two wimmin in the front seat, fur wimmin love babies 'nd hate rats, you know.
The baby kep' cryin' 'nd cryin', 'nd at last the mother come back into the house, 'nd there she found a big rat gnawin' at one uv the baby's ears, had e't it nearly off! There lay that helpless little innocent, cryin' 'nd writhin', 'nd there sat that rat with his long tail, nippin' 'nd chewin' at one uv them tiny coral ears oh, it wuz offul!"
The wallaby track? That's the name in Australia for trampin' west through the plains of the Never-Never Country lookin' for the luck o' the world; as, bedad, it's meself that knows it, and no other, and not by book or tellin' either, but with the grip of thirst at me throat and a reef in me belt every hour to quiet the gnawin'." And Shon proceeded to light his pipe afresh.
She's made in jest that way, Arvilly is, jest as faithful to the remembrance of her wrongs as a dog is to a bone, settin' and gnawin' at it all the time. And when they come to collect her taxes last year she says: "No taxes will you ever git out of me to help rare up Saloons and Canteens to kill some other woman's husband."
"Why?" cried Mrs. Trapes bitterly, "I'll tell you why because me an' Hermy an' every one else is bein' squeezed dry t' fill the pockets of a thing as calls itself a man a thievin' beast on two legs as is suckin' our blood, gnawin' our flesh, grindin' the life out of us a great fat man as is treadin' us down under his great boots, down an' down to slavery death an' worse it's such men as him as keeps the flames of hell goin' fat frizzles well, an' so will Mulligan, I hope!"
You orto 'a' seen the motions he made with his hands an' the way he tried to speak when I went in there, but all I could hear was jest a long yell an' a kind of a rattle in his throat. Heavens an' airth! how desperit he tried to spit out the thing that was gnawin' his vitals. Ag'in an' ag'in he'd try to tell me. Lord God! how he did work!
You never knew wot it was to go 'ungry, to cry yerself asleep with yer little belly gnawin' an' gnawin', like a rat inside yer. It carn't come right. If I was President of the United Stytes to-morrer, 'ow would it fill my belly for one time w'en I was a kiddy and it went empty? "'Ow could it, I s'y? I was born to sufferin' and sorrer. I've had more cruel sufferin' than any ten men, I 'ave.
Seemed to have a gnawin' ambition to coil around all the bootleg liquor there is, though. Outside o' that, he was all right." "De Launay? French name, I reckon." "Yeah, I reckon he'd been a soldier in the French army. Got the idea, somehow." "Well, he's gone and I reckon it's as well. He won't be botherin' the little lady no more. What does she wear a veil for? Been marked any?"
Shall we pull ahead with all our might?" "No," said Shif'less Sol. "Look how thick the bushes grow at the water's edge. We can run our boat in among them and in all this darkness, the Indians, whether Wyandot, Miami or Shawnee, will not know that we are thar. Besides, curiosity is gnawin' at me hard. I want to see what's in this Indian fleet."
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