Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 17, 2025
"Dear me, Frank, isn't it a wondher to think how the people dhrop off! There's Widow Murray, one o' my ouldest frinds, an' Pether M'Mahon, an' Barny Lorinan not to forget pleasant Rousin' Red-head all taken away! Well! Well! Sure it's the will o' God! We can't be here always."
"Kitty?" asked Eliph' doubtfully. "Well, if the little red-head ain't forgot Kitty!" exclaimed Wilkins. "Why, I MARRIED Kitty, Sammy. For an actual, truthful fact I did. And to think I should run across Sammy Mills after all these years." "Hewlitt," said Eliph'. "Eliph' Hewlitt is that name I'm known by." "And to think you stuck by that name all these years!" said Wilkins.
The red-head, on the contrary, took his grain of corn to a branch, or sometimes to the trunk of a tree, where he sought a suitable crevice in the bark or in a crotch, placed his kernel, hammered it well in till firm and safe, and then proceeded to pick off pieces and eat them daintily, one by one.
For all that, Na-tee-kah had a vivid persuasion that, if the pale-faces had not interfered and driven away the Apache, there would have been more glory earned by the young chief of the Nez Percés. She could not be dissatisfied with Sile, however. After a brief consultation with his father, the Red-head went to the wagon and brought out the rifle he had won and with it a box of cartridges.
Collie threw up his arms and lurched forward. Below in the cañon clattered the hoofs of the speeding horse. The rider, still holding his six-gun, muzzle up, glanced back. "I didn't care partic'lar about gettin' him, but gettin' the kid hits the red-head between the eyes. I guess I'm about even now."
Georgie stepped upon the platform, and took up the emblem of office. "Ole red-head Fred'll be around next week," said the new chairman. "He'll be around boot-lickin' to get us to take him back in again, but I guess we don't want him: that fellow always was a trouble-maker. We will now proceed with our meeting. Well, fellows, I suppose you want to hear from your president.
The old man who feeds the sparrows in the afternoon, and beats his wife at night, was intent on the former cheerful occupation, and smiled benevolently upon the little children who watched him, open mouthed. The numerous waterfowl mallard, teal, red-head, and dusky waddled and dived and fought the big mouse-colored pigeons for a share of the sparrow's crumbs.
A naturalist, however, can easily distinguish them by their bills and eyes. The canvass-back has red eyes, with a greenish black bill, nearly straight; while the eyes of the red-head are of an orange yellow, its bill bluish and concave along the upper ridge.
"Wal, she might be safer, but I wouldn't be," declared the cowboy, bluntly. "You red-head! What do you mean?" demanded Neale. "I mean this heah. If I stayed around another winter near Allie Lee with her alone, fer thet trapper never set up before thet fire I'd why, Neale, I'd ambush you like an Injun when you come back!" "You wouldn't," rejoined Neale. He wanted to laugh but had no mirth.
Of this permission, a small red-head gentleman, whose demeanor advertised him to be in a somewhat advanced state of intoxication, availed himself and remarked slowly: "Hello, John. Washee, washee? Sabe how washee? Wlanter be Melican man?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking