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Updated: May 14, 2025
You see, Sile Hawkins was no, it warn't Sile Hawkins, after all it was a galoot by the name of Filkins I disremember his first name; but he was a stump come into pra'r meeting drunk, one night, hooraying for Nixon, becuz he thought it was a primary; and old deacon Ferguson up and scooted him through the window and he lit on old Miss Jefferson's head, poor old filly.
"That doesn't matter, it's just the name of the paper, you know. And it sounds so gay and jolly." "I like it," declared King, and so they all agreed to the name. "Now, my courtiers and noble friends," said their Queen, "it's time we all scooted home to luncheon. My queen-dowager mother likes me to be on time for meals.
Had they thought out a hundred ramifications to such a scenario it would have been hard to envisage any favorable outcome. But the maternal professor, wistful for that feel of a baby in her arms, scooted the glasses down toward the tip of her nose and espoused the most libertine ideas for a spouse.
There was an ugly moment when a maxim situated in a cornfield began to fire point-blank at a range of one hundred yards, but a Czech outpost entrenched quite near made it so hot for the gunner that after firing about 150 rounds he scooted, leaving a well-placed gun and 5,000 rounds, all belted, behind.
And the men obeyed with such alacrity and such inconceivable violence, that the stricken enemy did not await the onset. They incontinently sloped at an angle of forty-five degrees with mother earth, and scooted towards the river, into which they all plunged without a moment's consideration.
"Did you read it?" "No; I threw it overboard." "And what became of the negro?" "Well," said Miggs with a grin, "when I threw the writ overboard he happened to be a-holdin' on to it. So, ye see, he went over, too. Then I up anchor and scooted." "There are sharks about there?" "A few." "Really, Miggs," the merchant said, "you must restrain your sinful passions.
"But I scooted, too," interrupted Laxdale, "and left you to tackle the lioness." "I also plead guilty," added Danvers. "But with this difference," rejoined Spofforth: "you were unarmed and he had a rifle. Ah, well; you fellows have stolen a march on me, and I've a lot of leeway to make up. When do we move against M'ganga?" "As soon as we are in touch with the Indian crush," replied Danvers.
Turned out at a quarter to six fifteen minutes later than I intended fault of my "Boy" tumbled into sort of shooting kit, and partly dressed as I scooted along the avenue through the park compound I believe it should be called the night watchman legging it along with my bag and gun.
Bounding in at the door, that enthusiastic bit of awkwardness and good intentions jumped on the front of Miss Doc's dress, gave a lick at her hand, scooted back to his master, and wagged himself against the tables, chairs, and walls with clumsy dexterity. Sniffing and bumping his nose on the carpet, he pranced through the door to the kitchen.
"There goes the drum, fellows!" came in the unmistakable voice of Sam Rover. "We've got to hustle back to camp or we'll be exposed!" "Right you are," came from Songbird Powell. "Come, fellows, and mind you don't let anybody see the masks and other things." And away they scooted, under the trees and then along a row of bushes running fairly close to the first line of tents.
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