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But sho! What am I runnin' on this way fur? That lunkhead, Ike, my nephew, ain't such a lunkhead as he looks. Them that say nothin' ain't never got nothin' to take back, an' don't never make fools o' theirselves. It's time we was back in our blankets sleepin' sound, 'cause we've got another long day o' hard rowin' before us." Ike had not awakened and Jarvis and Harry were soon asleep again.
Lucky I was right about its being a single-barrel, ain't it? Help get his team hitched up. We want to see him well started." "All right, Mr. McGill," I said; for that was his name, now first told in all the history of the county. "Shut up!" he said. "My name's Smith, you lunkhead!"
And he ketched me grinning over his shoulder when I read them heading words after that old lunkhead of a Prophet passed him the paper." "Shut up!" remarked Driver Jones, stabbing a potato. "I owe him money and I let my porch be used " Now shut up and don't spoil my vittles any morn'n you have done in the way of cooking 'em." Mr.
It is all very well to try to do old school friends a spot of good, but I could not but feel that in espousing the cause of a lunkhead capable of mucking things up as Gussie had done, I had taken on a contract almost too big for human consumption.
Dyckman senior pushed his chair back against the rail. "Watch out!" Mrs. Dyckman gasped. "You're scraping the paint off my yacht." Jim rose again. "I've just about time to make the last train for the day," he said. His mother sat up and clutched at his hand. "Can't I help you, honey? Please let me! What is the matter?" "The matter is I'm a lunkhead and Newport bores me stiff. That's all.
Keen-eared, and with their senses always about them, Apaches are likely to detect the slightest disturbance. The scout glanced at the horseman, and then at Mickey, who was in earnest. "It's the only way to git the hoss, you lunkhead, so will yer keep yer meat-trap shet?" "I don't want a horse if we've got to murder a man to git the same."
"Somebody has shorely been gettin' in good hard licks on you," said the man sympathetically, "an' I reckon you're tellin' nothin' but the truth, these bein' such times as this country never heard of before. My name's Sam Jarvis, an' I came with this raft from the mountains. This lunkhead here is my nephew, Ike Simmons.
"I agree with you, Senator," admitted Morrison when Corson stopped to gather more ammunition of anathema. "But what are you going to do about it?" He asked the same question after the Senator had finished a statement of his opinion on the obstinacy of the lunkhead at the door. The Senator kept on in his objurgation.
Hurbertson, the utterly stupid boy the lunkhead, who never had his lesson he's about the ablest lawyer a sister State can boast. Mills is a newspaper man, and is just now editing a Major-General down South.
The lightning flashed, and the wild sea lashed The shore with its foaming wave, And the thunder passed on the rushing blast As it howled o'er the rover's grave. "That man's no fool," said Dick. "No, he ain't," said the sergeant, with decision, "nor is that nephew Ike of his that he calls a lunkhead. Did you notice, Mr. Mason, that the boy never spoke a word while we was there?
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