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And I slaved like a driven nigger, day in and day out, brandin' calves all day long in the dust, with the sun that hot, the brandin' iron 'ud mark without puttin' it in the fire at all. And then down comes the tick, and kills my cattle by the hundred, dyin' and perishin' all over the place.
A sair day they had of it; their hands was never aff the sheets, and it perishin' cauld ower cauld to snaw; and aye they would get a bit nip o' wind, and awa' again, to pit the emp'y hope into them. Eh, man! but they had a sair day for the last o't! He would have had a prood, prood heart that won ashore upon the back o' that. 'And were all lost? I cried. 'God held them!
"'E 's a perishin' pork pig, that's wot 'e is. Joe, you blighter, put me down. It's me as the Guv expects it's me as 'as come a-visitin' Joe, put me down, you perisher. Joe's only a hoaf, ma'am, a nass, ma'am. Joe ain't used to perlite serciety, Joe don't know nothin' put me down, Joe, like a good lad!"
'Ere we be, come to say 'ow glad we are t' see you come up smilin' an' ready for more after Fate ketchin' ye a perishin' wallop as we all thought 'ad doubled ye up till the day o' doom. 'Ere you are, on your pins again, an' 'ere 's us come t' give ye greetin's doo an' j'y o' your marriage shut up, Joe!" "Why, I wasn't speakin'!" growled Joe.
Donkin skulked shamelessly, uneasy and miserable. He grumbled: "I'm perishin' with cold outside in bloomin' wet rags, an' that 'ere black sojer sits dry on a blamed chest full of bloomin' clothes; blank his black soul!" We took no notice of him; we hardly gave a thought to Jimmy and his bosom friend. There was no leisure for idle probing of hearts. Sails blew adrift. Things broke loose.
And Cynthy Ann enjoyed his words so much that she prayed for forgiveness for the next week and confessed in class-meeting that she had yielded to temptation and sot her heart on the things of this perishin' world. She was afeared she hadn't always remembered as how as she was a poor unworthy dyin' worm of the dust, and that all the beautiful things in this world perished with the usin'.
Carteret-Jones, it might be disrespect for me to repeat it, Sir." "Go ahead," I heard the boy chuckle. "'Do? 'e says. 'I'd rub the young blighter's nose into it till I made a perishin' man of him, or a perspirin' pillow-case, 'e says, 'which, he adds, 'is forty per cent, more than he is at present.
A man in the front rank not far from me muttered in an agonized voice: "Gorblimy, get a bloody move on I'm perishin' wi' cold." Another added: "They don't say nothin' when 'e comes late on parade 'e wouldn't mind if we was kept 'ere all day oo, me feet, they're absolutely froze." The Sergeant-Major swung round sharply and bawled out: "Stop that talking there you're stood to attention!"
He seemed to realize that she was singing him into the very presence of the Savior of the world into the presence of Him who was leading Tessibel Skinner and her squatter father through their garden of Gethsemane. "Rescue the Perishin'; Care for the Dyin'." On and on she sang, and on and on the dying man gropingly felt his way to Eternity.
For some minutes they stood drinking him in, then one of them gave judgment. "It's a parrot!" He removed a pipe from his mouth and pointed with the stem. "A perishin' parrot, that is, Erb." "Ah!" said Erb, a man of few words. "A parrot," proceeded the other. He was seeing clearer into the matter every moment. "That's a parrot, that is, Erb. My brother Joe's wife's sister 'ad one of 'em.
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