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Updated: June 6, 2025
I knew her crew by sight, but she'd come switching and teturing out of the dust of my shells like like a hen from under a buggy and she'd dip into a gully, and next thing I'd know 'ud be her old nose peeking over the ridge sniffin' for us. Her runnin' mate had two grey mules in the lead, and a natural wood wheel repainted, and a whole raft of rope-ends trailin' around.
"We’ll camp here ... in that shade." His gesture indicated some point beyond Drew’s range of vision. "They’re gonna be sniffin’ ’long right behind us," the sergeant said dubiously. "You’re forgettin’ we’ve got us sonny boy here!" Shannon loomed over Drew. "He’ll buy us out." "Maybe from Rennie—not from them Yankee troopers."
"Do dogs fight every time they stop?" "Just about. They try to, anyway. In the traces, of course, they can't do much but snap an' snarl, but that they're always doin'. This time, however, all save one or two of them stood upright sniffin' uneasily. "'Wind? I asked the Indian. "'Heap wind! he answered. 'Go back?
"Do you never catch cold?" inquired Mary, gazing at him wonderingly. She had never seen such a funny boy, or such a nice one. "Not me," he said, grinning. "I never ketched cold since I was born. I wasn't brought up nesh enough. I've chased about th' moor in all weathers same as th' rabbits does. Mother says I've sniffed up too much fresh air for twelve year' to ever get to sniffin' with cold.
A horse clattered up from behind at a pace not in keeping with the rough footing, and the rider drew level with Kitchell. "Soldiers comin’, Colonel. Got ’em a couple o’ them Pima Scouts sniffin’ th’ trail an’ some o’ Rennie’s men with ’em, too!" "It ain’t true!" Shannon’s protest was loud. "I seed em—bright an’ clear—mos’ up to where we stopped last.
Has them candles on the altar been smokin'? 'No, he says, 'not as I know on. 'Well, I says, sniffin' like, 'there's a very queer smell in the place. It's not 'ealthy. Summat ought to be done to it at once. 'Hush! he says, 'what you smells is the incense. And then the Holliton clergyman!
The brute wur still comin' nearer; but I noticed that he wur a-gwine slower an' slower, every now an' agin risin' to his hind-feet, clawin' his nose, an' sniffin' the air. "I seed that it wur the red blanket that puzzled him; an' seein' this, I crep' closter behint it, an' cached as much o' my karkidge as it 'ud kiver.
"They's ma dinners noo, tae use yir word, minister they's ma dinners, an' they hunger nae mair wha tak's them saxteen or seventeen coorses, ilka ane o' them; nane o' yir bit lunches wi' napkins an' flowers and finger bowls like ye hae the noo, no' worth the bit grace ye say ower them they's nane o' yir teas, tastin' an' sniffin', wi' sweeties an' sic like they's meat, sir, strong meat for strong men, an' the bane's in the baith o' them like."
D'you suppose chaps with their amount of extra-tu are takin' up volunteerin' for fun?" "Well, I don't know. I thought of doin' a poem about it rottin' 'em, you know 'The Ballad of the Dogshooters' eh?" "I don't think you can, because King'll be down on the corps like a cartload o' bricks. He hasn't been consulted, he's sniffin' round the notice-board now. Let's lure him."
"You remember that, Y.D. when our friend here upset the haying operations?" "Sure, I remember, but I'm not holdin' it agin him now. A dead horse is a dead horse, an' I don't go sniffin' it." "Perhaps I ought to say, though," Grant returned, "that I really do not know how the iron pegs got into that meadow." "And I don't know how your haystacks got afire, but I can guess. Remember Drazk?
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