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Updated: June 24, 2025
Thesiger Smith. I remember when I was a nipper in London, before any of you were born except our friend the doctor, I saw in a place called Cremorne Gardens a silly fellow of a Frenchman present company excepted try to fly with wings strapped to his arms. Of course he came a cropper and broke his back.
They had worked hard, or at least they thought they had, and they had contributed every cent they had made toward the engine fund, but somehow the balance in the Woodbridge bank looked mighty small to the scouts. "What the dickens is the matter with us anyway, are we lazy?" queried Nipper Knapp, breaking the long silence that followed Bud's remark.
I knew too many of the things he did," said Nipper Nasmyth. His fluent insults had taken my breath. But in a lucky flash I saw my retort. "You must have had special opportunities of observation, living in the town," said I; and drew first blood between the long hair and the ragged beard; but that was all. "So he really did get out at nights?" remarked my adversary.
It was dinner time when the wires were in place and the scouts, after a last look about, all went home to get something to eat and to wait the coming of darkness. They began to return to headquarters about half past seven. Bruce, Nipper Knapp, and Ray Martin were the first to arrive and, to their surprise, they found at least two dozen people waiting outside of headquarters.
And Susan, setting off that very afternoon to the Toodle domicile, to sound Mrs Richards, returned in triumph the same evening, accompanied by the identical rosy-cheeked apple-faced Polly, whose demonstrations, when brought into Florence's presence, were hardly less affectionate than those of Susan Nipper herself.
He sure had a close squeak and so did we. That's why that glow in the sky last night sort of made an impression on me. I wondered if any one was caught in it, same as we were nearly caught?" said Nipper Knapp. "Aw, I tell you it wasn't a fire. It was the Northern Lights back of Haystack Mountain.
The cruise that had been mapped for 600 miles was cut short by sickness and I went into quarantine at the hostelry of Mitchell Sabattis. Slowly and feebly I crept back to the Fulton Chain, hung up at the Forge House, and the cruise of the Susan Nipper was ended. She hangs in her slings under the porch, a thing of beauty and, like many beauties, a trifle frail but staunch as the day I took her.
Susan Nipper may or may not have been affected similarly, but having her attention much engaged in struggles with boys, whenever there was any press of people for, between that grade of human kind and herself, there was some natural animosity that invariably broke out, whenever they came together it would seem that she had not much leisure on the road for intellectual operations.
One of the doctors had a heart in the right place and wrote a letter to the commandant of a regiment soon going overseas, asking him if he could not take the dog as a regimental pet. He gave the old man the letter and told him to take his dog out to the camp. The colonel was not without understanding, and that is how Nipper "joined up" to fight for democracy.
Hardly a typical town, but the best in the Territory. The women, naturally, were looking forward to doing a bit of shopping, and as we slipped into fashions the traveller guests became interested. "Haven't seen so many women together for years," one of them said. "Reminds me of when I was a nipper," and the other traveller "reckoned" he had struck it lucky for once.
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