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They ain't no work for wages without you have your own grub. Moose- meat's sellin' for two dollars a pound an' they ain't none. We got enough money for a month's grub an' ammunition, an' we hike up the Klondike to the back country. If they ain't no moose, we go an' live with the Indians.
"I sho' don' live by no rules. I aint been sick in bed but once in seventy years. "I is five feet, five inches tall. I used to weigh 150 pounds, but dis old carcass o' mine done los' fifty pounds of meat. "Now-a-days I has a heap of misery in my knee, so I can't ride 'roun' no mo'. Durin' de War I got a muskit ball in my hip an' now dat my meat's all gone, it jolts a-roun' an' hurts me worse.
When they had finished, Indian Jake cut a large joint of venison, and presented it to Eli with his empty rifle, remarking as he did so: "The deer's meat's a surprise. I like to surprise folks. Taste good goin' home. I'll keep the ca'tridges. You might hurt somebody if you had un. You'll get quite a piece down before you camp to-night."
'No, it does; it does prevent it! cried Evdoksya. She gave directions, however, to her maid, both as regards the lunch and the champagne. 'What do you think about it? she added, turning to Bazarov. 'I'm persuaded you share my opinion. 'Well, no, retorted Bazarov; 'a piece of meat's better than a piece of bread even from the chemical point of view. 'You are studying chemistry?
He says good-morning, and crosses back again; and, on the word of a man, down he goes on his knees on the wet doorstep, and out he takes his knife, and cuts up the meat, and gives it to the dog. Meat, I tell you again, fit for a Christian! I'm not a hard man, ma'am," concluded the butcher, addressing the cook, "but meat's meat; and it will serve your master's friend right if he lives to want it."
Jim said he hadn't ever seen a bigger one. He would a been worth a good deal over at the village. They peddle out such a fish as that by the pound in the market-house there; everybody buys some of him; his meat's as white as snow and makes a good fry. Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a stirring up some way.
"Lord Evandale?" answered the old lady, "that's him that the whigs are gaun to hang the morn, as I hear say." "The whigs about to hang Lord Evandale?" said Morton, in the greatest surprise. "Ay, troth are they," said the housekeeper. These are sair times! but folk canna help them sae do ye sit down and tak bread and cheese until better meat's made ready.
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