grissul

Updated: May 11, 2025

She ast me how you was an' I lookt her plum in the eye an' I says: all grissul from his head to his heels, mam, an' able to lick Lew Latour, which I seen him do in quick time an' tolable severe. He can fight like a bob-tailed cat when he gits a-goin', I says." What a recommendation to the sweet, unsullied spirit of Sally! Without knowledge of my provocation what would she think of me?

Irving Bacheller - The Light in the Clearing