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Updated: May 15, 2025
But it shorely comes to this: manners, as Texas declar's, is sometimes born of geography, an' what goes for polish an' the p'lite play in St. Looey may not do none for Texas. "'Mighty likely, says Old Man Enright, 'what Texas Thompson an' Jack Moore interjecks yere is dead c'rrect; but after all this question about what's manners is 'way to one side of the main trail.
But he done THAT better than any one else. He done it so well that you forgot the corpse was the chief party to that funeral. Looey took all the glory from him. He had jest natcherally stole that funeral away from its rightful owner with his enjoyment of it. He seen the doctor and me as the hearse went by our corner, but he never let on.
Then Knowlton, his lifeblood still draining slowly but surely away through his wounded shoulder, pitched on his face and was still. "Back!" gasped Tim. "Git looey and cap out o' this! Here, you Raposy! Lend a hand!" The Raposa, his green eyes ablaze and his obdurate calmness totally gone, glared around as if seeking one more Red Bone to kill.
Looey and me, every time we went into town, had on our Injun suits, and the doctor, he wondered why he hadn't never thought up that scheme before. Sometimes, when they was lots of people ailing in a town, and they hadn't been no show fur quite a while, we'd stay five or six days, and make a good clean-up.
"Well," I says, "I ain't pinted nowhere in pertic'ler except away from that town we just left. Which my name ain't Rube, Doctor Kirby, but Danny." "Danny what?" asts he. "Nothing," says I, "jest Danny." "Well, then, Danny," says he, "how would you like to be an Indian?" "Medical?" asts I, "or real?" "Like Looey," says he.
If these country towns don't get the wandering minstrel's money one way they will another!" "It's your own fault," says Looey, kind o' sour. "I can't see it," says Doctor Kirby. "How did I know that all these apple-knockers had been filled up with Sykes's Magic Remedy only two weeks ago?
I seen I wasn't getting along very fast, nor saying what I wanted to say. I reckon one of them Sir Marmeluke fellers would of knowed what to say. Or Doctor Kirby would. Or mebby even Looey would of said it better than I could. So I was kind of mad with myself, and I says, mean-like: "If you don't care, of course, I don't care, neither."
And there Looey left us. One day Doctor Kirby and me was walking along the main street of a little town and we seen a bang-up funeral percession coming. It must of been one of the Grand Army of the Republicans, fur they was some of the old soldiers in buggies riding along behind, and a big string of people follering in more buggies and some on foot. Everybody was looking mighty sollum.
Looey, when ye busted Rand with yer gun ye jarred somethin' loose inside, and now he's good as any of us." "By George! You're right!" cried the lieutenant. "Things like that do happen. I've heard of them. Haven't you, Rod?" McKay nodded. "That is it," affirmed the Raposa. "I have not been insane. But much was gone from me. My mind was a house full of closed doors which I could not open.
"And further still, that poor little deluded, cold-potato-fed woman was on my mind. "'You mean, says I to her my eddication in the Mormon Church, and what I learned about play-actin' in St. Looey, standin' me in handy for manners 'that these here children, the offspring of cold water and vegetables, is expected to pass to-morrow in prayer and meditation, and be better for it?
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