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Ah! if it were not for my stiff leg.... Kill him, kill him!... wolf! wolf!" "Wolf! wolf!" repeated Matheline, who tried to drive off the old beggar with her pitchfork. But the fork broke like glass in her hands as it touched the poor man's tatters, and at the same time twenty voices cried, "The wolf! the wolf! Where has the wolf gone?" Soon it was seen where the wolf had gone.
I grant there is some danger when the confidant is a handsome bachelor. There is no need to be handsome, sir. With the women, the cassock gives charms to the ugliest. I have known a sweet and lovely creature become mad after one of these rogues who had a head like a pitchfork. He did with her what he wished. He made her devout, shrewish, and the worst of whores.
He announced his intention of thrashing me when we should meet again; so for several days thereafter I tried, so far as possible, in going afield to keep a pitchfork within reach, determined that if he tried the job and I failed to kill him, it would be because I was unable to do so. Fortunately for both of us he never made the attempt.
Then, with an air of relief, she glanced down at her vicious little antagonist. The weasel lay stunned, apparently dead. But she was not going to trust appearances. Picking trap and victim up together, on the end of a pitchfork, she carried them out and dropped them into the barrel of rain water at the corner of the house.
"'Shoot is the word, says Micky. "Hamilton romps the three furlongs in nothin' flat I'm tickled sick. "'He's a bear! I says to Micky at the stalls. ''N' as fur you you're on the pay-roll. "'Why, you're a live one, ain't you? says Micky. 'Wait till I go chase the Smoke! The next thing I see is Snowball goin' down the line like a quarter hoss, 'n' Micky's proddin' at him with a pitchfork.
It must be full ten minutes before Tom's master could get to the house after that first blast, and if he did not hear that, must be too late; but Tom kept his place and my husband rushed by me, carrying the pitchfork with which he had been at work, and I saw no more until Tom was in his cage.
"My Gawd, Ma, can't you see it's been dead a week?" "You're a liar, it ain't!" I cried. And I began to sob because Aunt Millie was trying to push me back into ignominy as I stood at the very threshold of glory. "Honest-to-God, it's fresh Granma!" I gulped, "didn't I just kill it with the pitchfork?"
"Peter Dovers are the greatest expense, and Peter won't happen but once. Shelley will have at least two years in school before it is her turn, and you come next, anyway." "Shut up!" cried Laddie. "Thanky! Your orders shall be obeyed gladly." He laid down the pitchfork, went outside, closed the door, and latched it. Laddie called to him, but he ran to the house.
Being stopped by his Indian attendant with a pitchfork, he placed the man on the ground and stuck his tusk through an artery of the victim's arm. He then, amid unexampled excitement, suffered himself to be led away. He was conducted to the rear of the tent, just in front of Baines's shuttered windows, and by means of stakes, pulleys, and ropes forced to his knees.
So I went to work and learned to gee-haw a six-mule team of the stubbornest mules in the world, hauling bacon, but there was no romance in taking care of six mules that would kick so you had to put the harness on them with a pitchfork, for fear of having your head kicked off. If I ever get a pension it will be for my loss of character and temper in driving those mules.
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