Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
Furthermore, there were possibilities of adventure in the occupation; it took Mr. Shrimplin into out-of-the-way streets and unfrequented alleys, and, as Custer knew, he always went armed. Sometimes, when in an unusually gracious mood, his father permitted him to verify this fact by feeling his bulging hip pocket. The feel of it was vastly pleasing to Custer, particularly when Mr.
I seem to remember it was Bill Shrimplin, or do I just dream I was there but I ain't been called a liar, not by no living man " and he twirled an end of his drooping flaxen mustache between thumb and forefinger. "Facts is facts," he finished. "Everybody knows you found old Mr. McBride " said Custer rather eagerly. "I'm expecting to hear it hinted I didn't!" replied Mr. Shrimplin darkly.
"There!" cried Custer again, as a feeble call for help floated up to them. "It's from down on the crick bank back of the slaughter-house!" Mr. Shrimplin was knowing a terrible moment of doubt, especially terrible because the doubt was of himself. He was aware that Custer would expect much of him in the present crisis, and he was equally certain that he would not rise to the occasion.
Shrimplin felt it necessary to protest: "No telling with what nonsense you are filling that boy's head!" "I hope," said Mr. Shrimplin, narrowing his eyes to a slit, as if he expected to see pictured on the back of their lids the panorama of Custer's future, "I hope I am filling his head with just nonsense enough so he will never crawfish, no matter what kind of a proposition he goes up against!"
Shrimplin was still philosophizing big drops of warm spring rain began to splash and patter on the long reach of still water before them. He scrambled to his feet. "We are going to have some weather, Custer!" he said, and they had scarcely time in which to drive Bill under the shelter of a disused hay barracks in an adjacent field, when the storm broke with all its fury.
"A good man, but unfortunate!" "Well, if he suits you, Nellie " "He does!" "I'm glad of it," retorted Mr. Shrimplin, taking a chew of tobacco. "For I don't reckon he'd ever suit any one else!" "You and none of my family never liked Joe!" said Mrs. Montgomery. "Well, why should we?" demanded Mr. Shrimplin impatiently.
Having eased himself in this manner, and not wishing Arthur to be entirely unmindful of his vast superiority, he called the boy's attention to the undeniable fact that he, Shrimplin, could have been kicked out of doors and Joe Montgomery would not have lifted a hand to save him. Yet all this while the little lamplighter, with the boy at his heels, was moving rapidly across the flats.
Shrimplin impressively, "you'd look for a little respect in your own home." "I'd be a heap quicker telling about it," said Mrs. Shrimplin. Mr. Shrimplin turned to Custer. "I guess, you're thinking it was a burglar; but, sonny, it wasn't no burglar so you got another guess coming to you," he concluded benevolently. "I know!" cried Custer. "Some one's been killed!" "Exactly!" said Mr.
After, that the people seemed to come from every direction; then presently some one started to ring the town bell and that fetched more people, until the Square in front of the store was packed and jammed with 'em. Everybody' wanted to hear about it first-hand from me; they wanted the full particulars from the only one who knowed 'em." Mr. Shrimplin paused for breath.
Now the moonlight showed him bleached animal bones and grinning animal skulls, while the damp weeds that clung about his bare legs suggested snakes. "Custer!" cried Mr. Shrimplin again. But it gained him no response from the boy, who disappeared from before his eyes without a single backward glance; whereat the little lamplighter cursed querulously in the fear-haunted solitude of the road.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking