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He was as quick as a cat an' as fierce as a tiger, an' I well raymimber him havin' laid out big Kelly that used to thravel this post, 'Whistlin'' Kelly that kep' us awake with imitations iv a mockin' bur-rd, I well raymimber him scuttlin' up th' alley with a score iv polismin laborin' afther him, thryin' f'r a shot at him as he wint around th' bar-rns or undher th' thrucks.
But say, why don't you swat the Bishop one, and get your pay?" "The Bishop isn't responsible." "Well, I'll bet I know who is, dang him; and I'd like to swat him one for you, the miserable old bag-of-bones." "Never you mind, Danny; I can take care of myself." "Sure you can, and I guess you're a laborin' man all right, even if you don't belong to the Union.
And now most like I shall be blamed for letting it be blew down, and shall have to live in half a room in the town and pay two or three shillin's a week, besides walkin' three miles to and from my work every day. A gentleman like Sir John don't hardly know what the value of a penny is to us laborin' folk, nor how cruel hard his estate rules and the like comes on us."
Far be it from me to interfere with another's house " "But to say that you stink, as certain lewd fellows of the baser sort aver, is to say nothing less than nothing. I've forgotten the rest, but it was very beautiful. Aren't you grateful to us for laborin' with you this way, Rattray? Lots of chaps 'ud never have taken the trouble, but we're grateful, Rattray."
"There, that's more like you. But what can you do alone? That's where they get us foul. The erristocrats, the money power, all hang together. The laborin' men fight singly, and alwuz get whipped. Now, we are goin' to change that. We are goin' to organize. Look here, Sam, I am riskin' my head in tellin' you this but I trust you, and I like you, and I'll tell you. We have organized.
"My friend," retorted Pip, emitting a curling geyser of smoke as long and thin as a pool-que, "you 're sure laborin' under the misapprehension this steamer o' mine is a Pacific mailer! But she ain't, Blake!" "I admit that," quietly acknowledged the other man. "I saw her yesterday!" "And she don't carry no passengers she ain't allowed to," announced her master.
"'The patient seems to be still laborin' under great cerebral excitation, says the Doc, which was likewise on the wagon. 'I ought to have had a year on him, says he, despondent like. "'Shut up, says Tom Redmond to the Doc. 'I'd shoot up your own osshus structure plenty, says he, 'if I hadn't bet my gun on that horse race.
Of course, they don't believe in the cry of hard times; laborin' men are always the last to believe that." The train was tracking thunderously around the nose of Lebanon, and Tom was looking out of the window again, this time for the first glimpse of the Gordonia chimney-stacks and the bounding hills of the home valley.
"When did you hear from Mark Ratigan, or see him?" "Mark Ratigan is snug and comfortable as a laborin' boy wid Magistrate Driscol that's in hem but listen to me, now if you should meet Mark anywhere down the country, you're neither to call him Mark nor Ratigan, otherwise you may be the manes of hangin' the poor boy." "Throth, an' by all accounts, he'll come to the gallows yet."
An old fool citizen like you 's got no business in camp, any way, and no right to be havin' things that ought to go to the laborin' men." And he raised his foot threateningly. "Groundhog, I'm an old man, and always have bin a man o' peace. I don't believe in no kind o' fightin', nor molestin' no one. I belong to church, and 've always tried to lead a Christian life.
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