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Updated: June 11, 2025
You could not think of Jimville as anything more than a survival, like the herb-eating, bony-cased old tortoise that pokes cheerfully about those borders some thousands of years beyond his proper epoch. Not that Jimville is old, but it has an atmosphere favorable to the type of a half century back, if not "forty-niners," of that breed.
His profile is by no means good, advancing from the top of his forehead to the tip of his nose, and retreating, at about the same angle, from the latter point to the bottom of his chin, which seems to be thrust forcibly down into his meagre neck, not that he pokes his head forward, however, for it is particularly erect.
We were not quite certain that our foe was really dead; but a few pokes with our sticks at length convinced us that he was so, and we therefore ventured to examine him. The ball from the last shot had hit him in the eye, and entered his brain. "Some bear steaks won't be bad things," observed Ned. "Now mates, let's look after the goat. I had made sure of a cup of milk for Pedro this morning."
It was necessary to shorten it by a series of pokes and pushes by which it was tucked up under its own strings and lifted clear of the adventurous feet of the scout. Nor was that all, for somewhere out of the mysterious depths of the house, Minerva had brought a starched and snowy chef's cap with which she crowned our hero.
"Why, right in front o' dis house, dat's wha; ever' day when dat hussy passes up to de Arkwrights', wha she wucks. She pokes along an' walls her eyes roun' at dis house lak a calf wid de splivins." "That going on now?" "Ever' day." A deep uneasiness went through the old man. He moistened his lips. "But Peter said " "Good Gawd! Mars' Renfrew, whut diff'ence do it make whut Peter say?
Indeed, the poor Knight was black and blue, and his armor dented and scraped frightfully in important places. Dorothy, considerably shaken, opened her eyes and began feebly singing "Three Blind Mice." "No need," puffed Sir Hokus, lifting her off his lap and rising stiffly. "Yon noble beast has rescued us." "Won't the Pokes come up here?" asked Dorothy, staring around a bit dizzily.
'Don't you see? said Bob. 'He goes up to a house, rings the area bell, pokes a packet of medicine without a direction into the servant's hand, and walks off. Servant takes it into the dining-parlour; master opens it, and reads the label: "Draught to be taken at bedtime pills as before lotion as usual the powder. From Sawyer's, late Nockemorf's.
He doesn't tell much about the cities and towns, most of which I have been in myself and am glad he leaves out, but he writes awfully interesting things about the places he pokes into by himself and the people he meets, and I almost die laughing over his accounts of his sister and a beau his mother has caught for her.
"We're arrested for speeding!" shouted Dorothy in the Cowardly Lion's ear. "Did you say feeding?" asked the poor lion, waking up with a start. "If I go to sleep again before I'm fed, I'll starve to death!" "Then keep awake," yawned Dorothy. By this time, the Pokes had surrounded them and were waving them imperiously ahead.
The men run out the cable into the water at right angles to the beach while still the gins, with nervous haste, are adding to its length. If it breaks, a few twists and pokes suffice to repair it. The men at the lead curve in towards the beach, and the gins and piccaninnies wade out in line to meet them.
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