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Updated: May 9, 2025
Gwynne, lays 'tween here an' this new settlement o' Columbia, an' I c'n tell you that it ain't to be beat anywheres in the country. I'd say it is the best land your fa er ahem!" The speaker was seized with a violent and obviously unnecessary spell of coughing. "Somethin' must ha' gone the wrong way," he explained, lamely. "Feller ort to have more sense'n to try to swaller when he's talkin'."
Gable was still hopping about ecstatically murmuring 'Crickey! Oh, crickey! as he had been doing all through the encounter. 'How'd I know? said Dick in self-defence. 'You fellers oughter had better sense'n to let her get hold o' you. 'You started it! groaned Ted. 'Pretty lot o' bushrangers you are, anyway, Dick sneered, 'howlin' 'cause a woman gave you a bit of a doin'.
"By , you've a lot more sense'n me. It's better lyin' here in the cool, than foolin' around in the sun; so I've brought yer suthin' to drink." "Oh, Tom," I groaned, "I'm sure that beer's bad for me." The Maker of Boats sat on his bench, and said that he knew of a brewer's carter in Sydney who, at Merriman's "pub," on Miller's Point, had had a cask of beer roll over him.
Before he could rise the boy was upon him, one hand upon his throat, the other raised for another blow upon his frontispiece. "'Pound the cussed fool, Jim! cried Captain Letcher, who was looking on appreciatingly. 'If he haint no more sense'n to get mad at accidents, giv it ter him! Why don't you strike? "But the boy did not strike, for the man was down and in his power.
Another whiff of the frying-pan, and George got up. He dared not poke his nose into Marthy's lap, there were too many chunks of wood within easy reach of her hand. So he sidled up to Jonathan, rubbing his nose against his big knees, whining hungrily, looking up into his face. "I tell ye," said Jonathan, smiling at me, patting the dog as he spoke, "this yere George hez got more sense'n most men.
Singing it made trouble, though: because Hart's nephew who knowed German and was a pill hadn't no more sense'n to tell old man Bouquet, coming back to town, what the words meant; and that started old man Bouquet off so the war not being long over, and his side downed that it took two of us, holding him by his arms and legs, to keep him from trying to fight both the Elbogens at once.
Uncle William pushed up his spectacles and regarded him with a satisfied look. "You've had a good deal more sense'n I was afraid you'd have," he said dryly. The artist woke. "You can't tell from that." He held out his hand. Uncle William gave it up, slowly. "I can tell more'n you'd think, perhaps. Wimmen and the sea are alike some ways a good deal alike.
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