Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 18, 2025
Big as we were, we could take plenty of interest in fishing and such other sport as came in our way, and we were talking eagerly about what was to be done first, and how we were to contrive it without having some mishap, when old Teggley summoned us to get down and walk. "Wouldn't be acting like a Christian to ask a horse to drag you three big lads up a hill like this.
He had not come down, but Bob Chowne and I had levelled matters by growing up, so that at seventeen we were as big as Devon lads of that age know how to be. While we had changed, old Teggley Grey had not. He always seemed to have been the same ever since we could remember, and his horse too, but he shook his head at us. "Mortal hard work for a horse to carry such big chaps as you.
I climbed in, and old Teggley drew out the corners of his lips and grinned as if he was glad that Bob Chowne was so miserable. For Bob did not move, only sat with his hands supporting his face, staring down before him, bent, miserable, and dejected. "What's the matter, Bob?" I said, trying to be cheerful. "Got the toothache?" "Yes," he said sourly, "all over." "Get out! What is it?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking