Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
I shall not waive my prerogative." "I never owned one," said Overland. "But afore I'll let you come any style over me, I'll have one made with a silk linin' and di'monds in the buttons, jest as soon as the claim gets to payin' good. Say, pardner, it's free gold, and coarse. I wisht Collie was here the little cuss." "Collie?" "Uhuh.
Why, it wa'n't so much the colt, any man likes to ride after a sorrel colt; and it wa'n't so much the cutter: it was the red linin' with pinked edges that you had to your robe; and it was the red ribbon that you had tied round the waist of your whip. When I see that ribbon on that whip, damn you, I wanted to kill you." Bartley broke out into a laugh, but Kinney went on soberly.
"What's wrong," asked Raften. "Indians don't have them that I ever heard of," said Little Beaver. "Yan, did ye iver hear of a teepee linin' or a dew-cloth?" "Yes," was the answer, in surprise at the unexpected knowledge of the farmer. "Do ye know what they're like?" "No at least no " "Well, I do; that's what it's like. That's something I do know, fur I seen old Caleb use wan."
I 'ain't got one stitch, miss, but what I stand up in 'cep' it be a hodd glove an' 'alf a pocket-'an'kercher. Nobody 'ill know you. Con. But I oughtn't to be out dressed like this. Sus. You've only got to turn up your skirt over your head, miss. Con. Sus. Well, I never! Con. What's the matter? Sus. Only the whiteness o' the linin' as took my breath away, miss.
At the close of the meal, Alfred instituted a short and successful search for the plunder, which he found in the stranger's saddle-bag, open and unashamed. "Yo're sure a tenderfoot at this game, stranger," commented the sheriff. "Thar is plenty abundance of spots to cache such plunder like the linin' of yore saddle, or a holler horn.
""Which thar's about thirty minutes last evenin'," says my serjeant, "when I shorely thinks they're recrooted in hell," an' my serjeant shakes his head. "'While I'm linin' up my battery mighty discontented an' disgruntled, an orderly pulls my sleeve. ""Look thar, Major!" he says. "'I turns, an' thar over on our right, all alone, goes Captain Edson an' his lancers.
Bless you, I could sell a new suit of clothes there every year, instead of having to wear the last keeper's cast-offs, and a hat that would disgrace anything but a flay-crow. If the linin' wasn't stuffed full of gun-waddin' it would be over my nose, he observed, taking it off and adjusting the layer of wadding as he spoke. 'You should have stuck to Sir Harry, observed Mr. Sponge.
Went down my gullet like a buckshot down a ten-foot shaft. He struggled for air and continued; 'Here am I, says he, 'William Pemberton, celebratin' Christmas by dyeing my linin' green and smellin' like a recess in a country school. His ventilation give out again, whilest he worked his face into knots and flew his hands around.
Ortheris handled the stuff respectfully for a moment while I was trying to remember where I had seen it before. Then he screamed, "What 'ave you done with the palanquin? You're wearin' the linin'." "I am," said the Irishman, "an' by the same token the 'broidery is scrapin' my hide off. I've lived in this sumpshus counterpane for four days.
"Maybe I couldn't have swallered 'em, but I have," Grandmother mumbled. "What's more, I feel 'em workin' now inside me. They're chewing on the linin' of my stomach, and it hurts." "I didn't know there was any linin' in your stomach." "There is. It said so in the paper." "Did it say anything about hooks and eyes and whalebones? What kind of a linin' is it cambric, or drillin'?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking