santipede

Updated: May 13, 2025

Rory looked earnestly in my face as I rejoined him, and breathed one of his customary devotional ejaculations. "Under the big wilga, just beyond that hop-bush," said I, in an indifferent tone. "Stay with me, Mary, dear," I continued, taking out my note-book. "I'll make you a picture of a horse." "But A'm aiger fur till see the pine wi' the big santipede on it," objected the terrible infant.

Joseph Furphy - Such Is Life