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I also mean, for my sins, to let them give me something to hack away at, and show that I can do something too prima fista; for I am a regular greenhorn, and all I can do is to strum a little on the piano! I must now conclude, being more disposed to-day to write music than letters. Don't forget the cadenzas and the cantabile.
"I ain't no greenhorn." "That's all right," Morris went on; "in France only the Frenchers ain't greenhorns. You ain't told me what kind of a stateroom you got it."
I thought there was a new man on to-night. I didn't expect this from you." "It's all right, Billy. It wasn't the new man's fault. He's back in the ditch with a broken leg, I should say, from the way he jumped. Old Eighty-six is to blame. She got on the rampage. Took advantage of the greenhorn." The conductor came running up. "How is it?" he cried. "It's all right.
"Gives me the fever nagur to look at it," echoed a mizzen-top-man. "Silence!" cried the auctioneer. "Start it now start it, boys; anything you please, my fine fellows! it must be sold. Come, what ought I to have on it, now?" "Why, Purser's Steward," cried a waister, "you ought to have new sleeves, a new lining, and a new body on it, afore you try to shove it off on a greenhorn."
Only a greenhorn is careless of the comfort and welfare of his horse. Sile drank well at last, under his father's direction, and then he felt like eating something. After that it seemed to him as if the whole world had only been made as a good place to sleep in. He did not care whether the tents were pitched or not.
Is it his part, Sludge asks indignantly, to be grateful to the patrons who have corrupted and debased him? Gratitude to these? The gratitude, forsooth, of a prostitute To the greenhorn and the bully.
"He means that he's got a letter of recommendation along with him, written by some tourist, I reckon. Perhaps this old fellow may have found a chance to do some one a good turn. He may have run across a greenhorn wandering on the desert; saved a fellow who had been stabbed by the fangs of a viper from the Gila; or helped him to camp when he broke a leg in climbing around the Grand Canyon." "Oh!
"An' not wastin' his time arguin' fool questions," added Ferguson. "You sure ain't plum greenhorn," declared Rope admiringly. "Thank yu'," smiled Ferguson; "I wasn't lookin' to see whether you'd cut your eye-teeth either." "Well, now," remarked Rope, rising and shouldering his saddle, "you've almost convinced me that a double cinch ain't a bad saddle. Seems to make a man plum good humored."
"Well, the greenhorn didn't say he would!" "No. He didn't want to put his nose to the grindstone quite that close. He said it was between them." "I should think so!" "Shelley, there's a question I've been wanting to ask some one for quite a while." "What?" "Why, this!
They fought for their colors the whole time; the Bergenheim livery was red, the Corandeuil green. There were two flags; each exalted his own while throwing that of his adversaries in the mud. Greenhorn and crab were jokes; cucumber and lobster were insults. Such were the gracious terms exchanged every day between the two parties.
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