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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Give us a chance, can't you?" he cried, repeating Grits's appeal in not quite such a stentorian tone as he would have liked, while his hand trembled on the gunwale. "Get out of the way!" said Tom, with a little squeak in his voice. Yet there he was, and he deserves a tribute. An unlooked-for diversion saved us from annihilation, in the shape of one who had a talent for creating them.
Head-hunters were mere daily episodes in Grits's existence, but water... He muttered something in cockney that sounded like a prayer.... The wind was rapidly driving us toward the middle of the pond, and something cold and ticklish was seeping through the seats of our trousers. We sat like statues....
"Give us a chance, can't you?" he cried, repeating Grits's appeal in not quite such a stentorian tone as he would have liked, while his hand trembled on the gunwale. "Get out of the way!" said Tom, with a little squeak in his voice. Yet there he was, and he deserves a tribute. An unlooked-for diversion saved us from annihilation, in the shape of one who had a talent for creating them.
"Give us a chance, can't you?" he cried, repeating Grits's appeal in not quite such a stentorian tone as he would have liked, while his hand trembled on the gunwale. "Get out of the way!" said Tom, with a little squeak in his voice. Yet there he was, and he deserves a tribute. An unlooked-for diversion saved us from annihilation, in the shape of one who had a talent for creating them.
Head-hunters were mere daily episodes in Grits's existence, but water... He muttered something in cockney that sounded like a prayer.... The wind was rapidly driving us toward the middle of the pond, and something cold and ticklish was seeping through the seats of our trousers. We sat like statues....
Head-hunters were mere daily episodes in Grits's existence, but water... He muttered something in cockney that sounded like a prayer.... The wind was rapidly driving us toward the middle of the pond, and something cold and ticklish was seeping through the seats of our trousers. We sat like statues....
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