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Bumper felt a tickling sensation in his throat, and he wanted to gag, but the bill prevented him. The tickling went on for some time until Bumper, in spite of himself, began to gag and retch. Then, as suddenly as Dr. Crane had inserted his bill in the throat, he withdrew it. But Dr. Crane had accomplished his purpose.
Then came my stratagem. I began to retch and make a noise as if vomiting, and hallooed to him that I was sick. Of course, I wanted to make him believe that it was the contents of my stomach that was falling at his feet in place of the metheglin. He said he knew better, it was too sudden an attack, and too much of a shower of the metheglin falling at their feet.
But the moment she got so vexed she found it hard to keep down the potion of boletus and the decoction, for counter-acting the effects of the sun, she had taken only a few minutes back, and with a retch she brought everything up. Tzu Chuean immediately pressed to her side and used her handkerchief to stop her mouth with.
When he complained and resisted, she was quietly firm with him, and said in a low voice: "No-no, that won't do; you mustn't talk, and you mustn't retch and gag that way, either you'll wake up your poor brother." "Well, what of it, Aunt Betsy, he " "'Sh-h! Don't make a noise dear. You mustn't forget that your poor brother is sick and " "Sick, is he? Well, I wish I " "'Sh-h-h!
"Sho nuff, Brer Fox look over de bank, he did, en dar wuz n'er Fox lookin' at 'im outer de water. Den he retch out fer ter shake han's, en in he went, heels over head, en Brer Tarrypin bubble out: "'I-doom-er-ker-kum-mer-ker!" "Was the Fox drowned, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy. "He weren't zackly drowndid, honey," replied the old man, With an air of cautious reserve.
I had hearn 'bout Dave en de bacon, en 'bout w'at wuz gwine on on de plantation; but I did n' b'lieve w'at dey all say 'bout Dave, fer I knowed Dave wa'n't dat kine er man. One day atter I come back, me'n Dave wuz choppin' cotton tergedder, w'en Dave lean' on his hoe, en motion' fer me ter come ober close ter 'im; en den he retch' ober en w'ispered ter me.
Then followed a time that was hell worse than fire, for fire would have given merciful death agony under which his physical being began spasmodically to jerk and retch and his eyeballs turned and his breast caved in. A cry rang through the roar in his ears. "Bi Nai! Bi Nai!" His fading sight seemed to shade round the dark face of Nas Ta Bega.
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