Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 19, 2025
"Hammy and Berta made great friends with me the other day.... Tell them I haven't forgotten the promise to rummage up some odd native toys I picked up in Rhodesia made of mud and feathers and bits of fur and queerly-shaped seed-pods the most enchanting collection of birds and beasts that ever came out of the Ark.
Hammy was a leetle too tall an' thin, and Locals, a foot or so short; but they fished out a couple of swell outfits too. We found a lot of empty check-books, an' used to play draw, settlin' at night by check. It was purty good fun for a while until we woke up. Hammy owed me ten million francs an' Locals was into me for fifteen.
"How stupid of me!" he exclaimed, while the others loaded their guns. "Never mind; better luck next time," said Harry, as they resumed their walk. "I saw the flock settle down about half a mile in advance of us; so step out." Another short walk brought the sportsmen again within range. "Go to the front, Hammy," said the accountant, "and take the first shot this time." Hamilton obeyed.
Even Hammy and Berta can tell you the whole story about Noah, and the raven and the dove." He smoothed his moustache with a palm that wiped the smile out. "I must get them to tell it me one of these days." The twinkle in his eye was not to be repressed. "It would save such a deal of trouble to believe there was only one Noah, and only one Ark, don't you know?" Her motherly bosom panted.
Hurry up! We went out, an' the' was somethin' a-floatin' away up yonder, lookin' like a flyspeck on a new tablecloth. "What is it?" asked Hammy. "Is it a bird?" asked Locals. Under such conditions I never say nothin' until I have somethin' to say, so we stood an' gazed. In about ten minutes we all shouted together, "It's a balloon!" An' by jinks, that's what it was.
Well, Hammy, he breaks in on our game just the same as if we hadn't been doin' anything at all, an' I knew by his action that the' was somethin' afoot. Whenever Hammy was ready to speak something, he always walked like a hoss 'at was string-haltered in all four legs.
"Then we'll pull up," continued the accountant; "make a fire, rest a bit, and eat a mouthful of pemmican; after which we'll strike across country for the southern woodcutter's track, and so home." "And how much will that be?" "About fifteen miles." "Ha!" exclaimed Harry; "pass the kettle, please. Thanks. Do you think you're up to that, Hammy?" "I will try what I can do," replied Hamilton.
Just as they were passing under the fort gate, a large mass of snow became detached from a housetop and fell heavily at their feet, passing within an inch of Hamilton's nose. The young man started back with an exclamation, and became very red in the face. "Hollo!" cried Harry, laughing, "got a fright, Hammy! That went so close to your chin that it almost saved you the trouble of shaving."
"Well done, Hammy," shouted Harry, indulging in a prolonged peal of laughter when he ascertained that his friend's adventure had cost him nothing more than a ducking; "that was the most amicable, loving plunge I ever saw." "Better a cold bath in the arms of a dead bear than an embrace on dry land with a live one," retorted Hamilton, as he wrung the water out of his dripping garments.
'You'd holler fur your milk bottle before he goes a eighth with you. "'Aw, you go to hell! says Micky. "I borrows a curb 'n' chain from Eddy Murphy he's been usin' it on ole Dandelion. It's fierce you can bust a hoss's jaw with it. I puts it on Hamilton next work-out. "'I guess that'll hold little Hammy, I says, when Snowball's up. But it don't.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking