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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Kid sworn off?" inquired Uncle Pasco of the school-master. "I understand," replied this person, "that Mr. Vogel will not allow his cow-boys at the Malheur Agency to have any whiskey brought there. Personally, I feel gratified." And Mr. Bolles, the new school-master, gave his faint smile. "Oh," muttered Uncle Pasco. "Forbidden to bring whiskey on the ranch? H'm."
"Madame la princesse Un pauvre expatrie Malheur continuel Les princes russes sont si genereux!" said a man who for some time past had been hanging around the old lady's chair a personage who, dressed in a shabby frockcoat and coloured waistcoat, kept taking off his cap, and smiling pathetically. "Give him ten gulden," said the Grandmother. "No, give him twenty.
Well may we say, respecting those events which have not reached ourselves 'Le malheur Qui n'est plus, n'a jamais existe. But if we desire earnestly that the same misfortunes should not return, we must keep them always present in our recollection."
She requested Mere Malheur to be seated, however, and in her gentle manner questioned her about the dream. Mere Malheur was an adept in such things, and knew well how to humor human nature, and lead it to put its own interpretations upon its own visions and desires while giving all the credit of it to herself. Mere Malheur therefore interpreted the dream according to Caroline's secret wishes.
"Qui, pour le malheur seul connoissant la tendresse, Aux besoins du vieil-age immollent leur jeunesse," on their way to different places in Bretagne, on charitable missions, by the order of the Superior at Paris.
The deck was soon cleared of the feminine element, with the exception of Bluebell, who enjoyed an immunity from malheur de mer, and knew she would not be much better off in her cabin, where Mrs. Oliphant had gradually ousted her from everything but sleeping accommodation.
Ten cold, dark miles across the hills it took to cure them; but when their shootings, that had followed over heights where the pines grew and down through the open swales between, dropped off, and died finally away among the willows along the south fork of the Malheur, Drake reined in his horse with a jerk. "Now isn't that too bad!" he exclaimed.
"Pavel Dmitrievitch's luck has been against him in this expedition, such a veine de malheur" he added in a careful but pure French pronunciation, again giving me to think that I had seen him, and seen him often, somewhere. "I know Pavel Dmitrievitch very well.
Senior had not thought it best to publish, and that among them he had read the following: `` showed me to-day an autograph letter written by Louis Bonaparte, King of Holland, not far from the time of the birth of his putative son, now Napoleon III. One passage read as follows: `J'ai le malheur d'avoir pour femme une Messalene. Elle a des amants partout, et partout elle laise des enfants.
East Oregon, the Owyhee and the Malheur country, the old trails of General Crook, the willows by the streams, the open swales, the high woods where once Buffalo Horn and Chief E-egante and O-its the medicine-man prospered, through this domain of war and memories went Bolles the school-master with Dean Drake and Brock.
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