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Updated: May 15, 2025
"You close up that dog's head o' yours, Soapy, or by " "'S all right, Bud, 's all right. Don't get peeved; I'll close up tighter 'n a clam, only it's kinder tough about them teeth " "Are ye goin' t' cut it out or shall " "Aw, calm down, Bud, calm down! Take a drink; it'll do ye good."
He scores Cullison and he snuffs out Sam, who had had the luck to win the girl Soapy fancies. The boy gets his and the girl is shown she can't love another man than Stone." "Ever hear the story of French Dan?" asked Slats. "Not to know the right of it." "Soapy and Dan trained together in them days and went through a lot of meanness as side pardners.
Peyton was standing by a soapy bath with a bundle in her hands. From under the curve of a brown shawl there looked out at him the strangest little red face with crumpled features, moist, loose lips, and eyelids which quivered like a rabbit's nostrils. The weak neck had let the head topple over, and it rested upon the shoulder. "Kiss it, Robert!" cried the grandmother. "Kiss your son!"
"And now," said she, "I must give you a cure for blisthers, an' it's this: In the mornin', if we're all spared, as we will, plase the Almighty, I'll give you a needle and some white woollen thread, well soaped. When your blisthers gets up, dhraw the soapy thread through them, clip it on each side, an', my life for yours, they won't throuble you.
"Wait'll I git ye some fresh water," said the trapper, tossing the soapy contents of a tin basin into the sun and returning with it re-filled. "Thar, dip yer head into that, friend makes a man feel good, I tell ye, on a frosty mornin'." Then lowering his voice to a whisper he added: "The old dog's sot on gittin' an early start; he's mighty pertickler 'bout it.
"Of course," said the umbrella man "that is well, you know how these mistakes occur I if it's your umbrella I hope you'll excuse me I picked it up this morning in a restaurant If you recognise it as yours, why I hope you'll " "Of course it's mine," said Soapy, viciously. The ex-umbrella man retreated.
Sanderson saw that all effort to stop them would be hopeless, and aware of the danger of remaining at the head of the flying mass, he veered Streak off, heading him toward the side, out of the press. As he rode he caught a glimpse of Soapy. The latter had the same notion that was in Sanderson's mind, for he was leaning over his pony's mane, riding hard to get out of the path taken by the herd.
When they were frightened, or when they objected in any way, he rapped them on the head with the scrubbing brush or the bar of yellow laundry soap with which he was lathering them. Several minutes sufficed for a dog. "Drink, damn you, drink have some more," he would say, as he shoved their heads down and under the dirty, soapy water.
Tillie sat back on her knees to wring out the water-soaked rag. There was something pleasing in the sight. Tillie's blue calico was faded white in patches and at the knees it was dark with soapy water. Her shoes were turned up ludicrously at the toes, as scrub-women's shoes always are. Tillie's thin hair was wadded back into a moist knob at the back and skewered with a gray-black hairpin.
I believe it was a young Irish seminarist, some student for the priesthood whom my mother met in Belgium the year before I was born. If I ever find out more I will tell you. You haven't seen 'Soapy Sam, the Vicar of Woodcote, or that beast, George Crofts; but if you had, you'd be as sure as I am that neither of them was my father thank goodness!
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