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They do say he spits fire an’ chaws his meat offen the bone an’ then cracks the bones like a dog an’ swallers it all.
Then a joyful murmur ran all along the wires, and Farmer Griggs, who was driving past, said to himself, "Powerful lot of 'lectricity on to-day; should think them Swallers would get shock't and kil't." But it was only the birds whispering together; agreeing to return to their old haunts at Orchard Farm and give the House Children a chance to learn that there are no such things as "common" birds.
As the flare sinks down behind the British trench it lights up the white faces of the men, all crouching down in the swamp, while the bullets swish by, "like a lot of bloomin' swallers," above their heads. And now comes the odd quarter of a mile of communication trench.
Well, back I goes to my room agin' to the rooks, chimbly swallers, and all, leavin' a great endurin' streak of wet arter me all the way, like a cracked pitcher that leaks; onriggs, and puts on dry clothes from head to foot.
An' 'e seems to want it 'orful bad, 'orful bad 'e do, on'y 'e swallers it slower an' more soft like than Matt Peke swallers." Miss Tranter ceased to stare at the fire, and stared at her domestic instead. "Prue," she said solemnly, "that old man is a gentleman!" Prue's round eyes opened a little more roundly. "Lor', Mis' Tranter!"
But we'll be fit as fiddles when we get some of them cakes stowed amidships, and ballast 'em down with a few swallers of that coffee. There ain't everybody that can b'ile coffee like you, Clemmie." "Don't be foolish, Josiah." After a very light breakfast, Mr. McGowan excused himself from the table, saying he must do some work on his sermon before the church hour.
"I've got a good mind to let him stay there till he swallers some o' the drugs to fill his belly." He rapped on the panel with the butt of the gun. "Come on out before I start trouble." There was no answer. Lund looked uncertainly at Rainey. "I hate to start a rumpus ag'in," he said, jerking his head toward the skipper's room. "'Count of her. Reckon he can stay there till after we've buried Simms.
'Eatin' bread an' milk, father? she asks, an' her pa looks up with tears in his eyes, an' swallers down another spoonful. 'No, he says, as cross as a bear, 'I'm eatin' a pound o' salts Doc Weaver told me to git, but hang if I can eat another spoonful, an' I ain't above half done. So I guess Kilo folks kind of gag when they think of books."
He swallers sixpenn'orth o' ale, an' saves a hap'orth o' por-ridge that's his way o' layin' by money, as I've told him many a time, an' am likely to tell him again afore the day's out. Eh, poor mon, he takes it quiet enough; there's no denyin' that."
They swallers THAT, an' the fish goes in two kinds the old Squire never had but one THAT goes down, an' then comes the hentreys. Them's sometimes two sometimes four it just depends on the number we 'as at table. They'se all got French names there's nothing plain English about them.
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