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Updated: June 7, 2025


Would you-all mind swingin' me, Jeb?" Jeb got up slowly from his stool and took hold of the upper end strands of the hammock. He pulled it back and forth a few times, while Sary smiled alluringly up at him. Then he cleared his throat and began to speak. "This world was made fur love. Oh, what woul' arth be widdout de flowers of love to parfume our way?" Jeb coughed.

Well, it's up to Gene. And they're goin' to back him. I reckon, Miss Hammond, there'd be dead Greasers round that camp long ago if Nels and Monty were foot-loose. They're beholdin' to Gene. That's plain. And, Lord! how it tickles me to watch them! Both packin' two forty-fives, butts swingin' clear. There's twenty-four shots in them four guns. And there's twenty-three guerrillas.

'Sure, says Barney, 'ye wouldn't have a cock-eyed load on the baste, all swingin' on one side, like a pig wid one ear, would ye? says he. "But this Englishman was one of thim stiff sort that doesn't know whin he's bate, an' he went on arguin'. Says he

"But it must 'a' changed location lately, for them fellers rode north a ways, an' then kept swingin' round till they was headin' due southeast. I follered their trail t' where yuh seen me turn this way, if yuh was watchin'. Poor devils" Piegan grinned covertly while voicing this mock sympathy "they must 'a' got lost, I reckon.

I'll go back to me tent like Christian. With God on the wings I'm safe. An' as I went back saw Brick Mason outside his tent swingin' hammer, an' I says, 'Ain't ye scared, Brick? an' he says, 'No. I ain't scared. I'm mad. An' that's all is to it, 'cept'n 'bout the feller I saw when I first went out." "Now that's fine, boys," said Mr. Newton. "There's a double victory in that.

Also I had him tell Sadie about Katie McDevitt; and when he'd made friends with little Sully and the dog we could have kept him for a year and a day. But that Sunday afternoon, while we was swingin' out of the front gates for a walk, we stops to let a limousine whizz by, and we gets a glimpse of a woman's face through the windows.

Mother o' God! we was O'Briens whin the Ark first landed; we was O'Briens whin yer ancestors if iver ye had anny was wigglin' pollywogs pokin' in the mud. We was kings in ould Oireland, begorry, whin ye was a mollusk, or maybe a poi-faced baboon swingin' by the tail. The gall of the loikes of ye to call yerselves min, and dhraw pay wid that sort of thing ferninst ye for a name!

"Sure!" says Garvey, swingin' back a Japanese screen and disclosin' a full trap outfit base drum with cymbals, worked by a foot pedal, xylophone blocks, triangle, and sand boards all rigged up next to a cabinet music machine. "Well, well!" says I. "All you lack is a leader and Sophie Tucker to screech and you could go on at Reisenwebers."

Thin, right smash into our rear, came fwhat was left av the Jock Elliotts wid four pipers an' not half a kilt among thim, playin' for the dear life, an' swingin' their rumps like buck rabbits, an' a native rig'mint shrieking blue murther. Ye niver heard the like. There was men cryin' like women that did an' faith I do not blame thim.

An' more," he added rapidly, his eyes dancing wildly with suppressed excitement, "Hancock is a swingin' of his corps west ter meet 'em thar, an' I reckon, as how thar'll be hell fer sartain up ther Shenandoah in less ner a week es Scott ses, 'the wild sounds of border war." "But how do you know all this?"

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