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Updated: May 14, 2025
He came out and took a long drink from the jug behind the door. He drank from the jug's mouth, and the gurgling echo sounded down the empty hall: Guggle guggle gone! Guggle guggle gone! It said to Edward Conway as plainly as if it had a voice. "Yes, you've gone that's the last of you. Everything is gone," he said.
The yellow earth began to stream past like water. Always the pace increased with a growing thunder of hoofs. It seemed that nothing could turn us from the straight line, nothing check the headlong momentum of our rush. My eyes filled with tears from the wind of our going. Saddle strings streamed behind. Brown Jug's mane whipped my bridle band.
As soon as he reached it he poured some of the water out of the jug but not all of it. Then he put his ear to the jug's mouth and listened. And he smiled happily in spite of his stings as he heard the roar from inside it. Buster Bumblebee, hurrying home to go to bed for he was still following Mr. Crow's plan Buster noticed Johnnie and wondered what he was doing.
The jug's good enough for me." "Three fingers" of the liquid gurgled out into the patented vessel, and the farmer took the jar, after a furtive look over his shoulder. "Well, here's luck." The newspaper man tossed off the potion with the facility of long experience, shutting up the dish with his thumb and finger, as if it were a metallic opera hat. The farmer drank silently from the jar itself.
"She needn't even put the jug on, need she?" said Constantia, as though Kate might very well complain if the jug had been there. "Oh no, certainly not! The jug's not at all necessary. She can pour it direct out of the kettle," cried Josephine, feeling that would be a labour-saving indeed. Their cold lips quivered at the greenish brims.
We must have another horn; it's just the stuff in our climate; the 'Old Jug's' close by, and they'll be makin' a parson of you when you get there. We've had a right jolly time; and ye can't wet your whistle when ye're fernint the gates." "I don't ask such favors, and will drink no more," said Manuel. "Fill her up, Drydez! fill her up! two more smashes-best brandy and no mistake.
This jug's of use because one can pour water into it. This pencil's of use because you can write anything with it. But that woman's face is inferior to any face in nature. Try drawing an apple, and put a real apple beside it. Which would you take? You wouldn't make a mistake, I'm sure. This is what all our theories amount to, now that the first light of free investigation has dawned upon them."
Yet notwithstanding all this, the boy grew more and more melancholy and pale and dejected. She added hot baths, sitz baths, shower baths, and plunges. The boy remained as dismal as a hearse. She began to assist the water with a slim oatmeal diet and blister-plasters. She calculated his capacity as she would a jug's, and filled him up every day with quack cure-alls.
Yet notwithstanding all this, the boy grew more and more melancholy and pale and dejected. She added hot baths, sitz baths, shower baths, and plunges. The boy remained as dismal as a hearse. She began to assist the water with a slim oatmeal diet and blister-plasters. She calculated his capacity as she would a jug's, and filled him up every day with quack cure-alls.
He had a bag slung across his shoulder, and in the bag was a jug. The presence of this humble but useful vessel in Uncle Remus's bag was made the occasion for several suggestive jokes at his expense by the members of the staff, but the old man's good humor was proof against all insinuations. "Dat ar jug's bin ter wah, mon. Hit's wunner deze yer ole timers.
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