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Si and Shorty snatched the two principals apart with a good deal of violence and much show of their own tempers. "You long legged sand hill crane," said Si, shaking Gid. "Will you always be kickin' up a rumpus? I'll break your neck if you don't act better." "You senseless little bantam," said Shorty, with his grip on Harry's throat; "will you always be raising a ruction?
"The English are the boys for tradin' with; they shell out their cash like a sheef of wheat in frosty weather; it flies all over the thrashin' floor; but then they are a cross-grained, ungainly, kickin' breed of cattle, as I e'enamost ever seed.
"Get on to the way the whirlwinds are kickin' up the smoke already." "I reckon it won't blow no worse than yesterday," replied Slivers. "But I knowed he wouldn't tackle it anyhow. He'll be back here in a minute, to squirm out of the game." They drummed on the table for fifteen minutes, as they waited.
"And how's anybody to get up in it? Is there any other way but by kickin' and stampin', eh?" "None that I see," conceded Susan reluctantly. "None that is," declared he. "Them that says there's other ways either lies or don't know nothin' about the practical game. Well, then!" Matson puffed triumphantly at the cigar.
"But I'm not fishing aloud," came from Short and Long, who was perfectly serious. "That's what I've been kickin' about. The other folks down stream are making so much noise that they'd give every trout in the brook nervous prostration. I tell you I came up here especially to be quiet about my fishing "
"Makes a dandy picture," he said doubtfully, "but I guess there's a whole heap o' things women don't understand. Hand 'em a baby, an' they got men beat a mile, an' they most gener'ly don't forget to say so. That's all right, an' we ain't kickin' a thing. Guess we ain't yearnin' to share that glory none of us.
"Land’s sake!" interrupted the fat lady. "Why don’t you kick?" Leander sighed softly. "I tried to once. As an experiment it partook of the trustfulness of a mule kickin’ against the stony walls of Badger Cañon. But to resoom about the difficulties that split the Dax family. Before Johnnie got mislaid in that matrimonial landslide o’ his, he herds with us.
HIT'S a gittin' mighty late, w'en de Guinny-hins squall, En you better dance now, ef you gwineter dance a tall, Fer by dis time termorrer night you can't hardly crawl, Kaze you'll hatter take de hoe ag'in en likewise de maul Don't you hear dat bay colt a kickin' in his stall? Stop yo' humpin' up yo' sho'lders do! Dat'll never do! Hop light, ladies, Oh, Miss Loo!
"Plague take it, Shorty," said he, kicking his snoring partner, "you're at your old tricks again scrougin' me out o' the tent while I'm asleep. Why can't you lay still, like a white man?" "It's you, dod rot you," grumbled Shorty, half-awakening. "You're at your old tricks o' kickin' the tent down. You need a 10-acre lot to sleep in, and then you'd damage the fence-corners."
"Amos," he called to another, "you've been in the ingine-room, you say. Is her ingine bus' down?" "Dunno," answered Amos. "Steam's all right; see the jet comin' out o' the stack? There! she's turnin' over kickin' ahead. 'Bout time if she wants to clear us. She's signalin'. What's that say, Elisha?"
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