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Updated: May 15, 2025
That thing must come down! Had two Japanese soldiers with him, they say where he got them heaven knows but there he was, fairly raging, and stomping that's the word, stomping up and down and shaking his fist at the flag, and shouting that it must come down!" "Why didn't he wait till the Chinese took it down?" "Lord only knows, my dear! Wasn't it amusing!
His arms about her, his head resting against her shoulder, they talked on and on, in whispers. When Barber came stomping in, and ordered them to be quiet, Johnnie forsook the little blue room; but he could not sleep, and stole to the roof for a breath of fresh air. The night was the most beautiful he had ever seen. Or was it the joy in his own heart that made everything seem so perfect?
Getting up in the middle of the night and stomping around like cattle. You'd better build a shed in the backyard and sleep there if you're so dumb you can't tell night from day." Even after thirty-three years of marriage he had never ceased to be appalled at the coarseness of her mind and speech she who had seemed so mild and fragile and exquisite when he married her.
"But your science is not perfect. You do not yet know everything about everything, what is possible and what is not possible." "Go take your religion to a church and keep it away from serious people," the man concluded, stomping out of the room.
The woods was full of teams and wagons, hitched everywheres, feeding out of the wagon-troughs and stomping to keep off the flies. There was sheds made out of poles and roofed over with branches, where they had lemonade and gingerbread to sell, and piles of watermelons and green corn and such-like truck.
More foreign language, more stomping about. Bunty's teeth chattered noisily; he put up his hand to hold his mouth together, and the cupboard, overbalanced, fell right over, precipitating its occupant right at his father's feet, and the bottles everywhere. "I didn't I haven't 'twasn't me 'twasn't my fault!" he howled, backing towards the door. "Hoo yah boo-hoo-ooo!
Chow, in a chef's cap, with an apron around his paunchy stomach, had come stomping in hastily from the galley. "Pore lil ole boys," he fussed. "Brand my snorkel, I never should've let you young'uns go pokin' around down below there without me around to keep an eye on things!" Tom slapped the loyal old Texan on the back. "If you want a dive, come along." "You're goin' back down?" Chow asked.
Formerly a chuck-wagon cook in Texas, Chow was now head chef on Tom's expeditions. As usual, a ten-gallon hat was perched on his balding head and he was stomping along in high-heeled boots. "Wow! A shirt to end all shirts!" Tom chuckled. "Real high style, eh?" Chow twirled about to display his latest Western creation.
I would tie the lariat to the saddle so the pony would graze and not get too far away from our "stomping ground." If the wolves came around, which they often did, the pony would come whinnying to me, stamp on the ground and wake me up. I usually scared them away by shooting over their heads.
'Ad a rough passage, it looks like! "Then the old gal commenced to get excited. She p'inted over the side and made motions like rowing. Then she p'inted down the hatch and shut her eyes and purtended to snore. After that she rowed again, all the time getting madder and madder, with her little black eyes a-snapping like fire coals and stomping her feet and shaking her fists.
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