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'Southberry Heath's Tom Tiddler's ground, Gold and silver are there to be found. It's dropped by the priest, picked up by the knave, For the one is a coward, the other is brave. More brandy, waiter; make it stiff, sonny! stiff! stiff! stiff!
My brother and I had passed through the big boom, when our part of California had become of a sudden a Tom Tiddler's ground, where the youngest and simplest could pick up gold and silver. We had seen our county drunk with prosperity drunk and disorderly. And we had seen also these same revellers chastened by low prices, dry seasons, and commercial stagnation.
But we did not make our fortune in Baltimore, and I never got my dog; so we came here to Tom Tiddler's ground, to pick up gold and silver. When we are fixed, and get a new tent, my father is going to give me a little spade and a cradle, to dig gold enough to buy a Newfoundland dog with, and then I shall borrow a saw and make a dog-house, like the one I had in Baltimore, out of that green chest.
"Here we are, on Tom Tiddler's ground, picking up gold and silver." "Wait till we get it before you start hollering," said Masterson gruffly. "What time will we start over?" asked Sam. "About midnight. It will be plenty of time." "But how are we going to locate it?" objected Eph.
'Yes, my life and soul, I am, replied her husband, dropping on his knees, and pouncing with kitten-like playfulness upon a stray sovereign. 'I am here, my soul's delight, upon Tom Tiddler's ground, picking up the demnition gold and silver. 'I am ashamed of you, said Madame Mantalini, with much indignation. 'Ashamed of ME, my joy?
I can see a dirty man anywhere." "He does not live in the house, then?" said Mr. Traveller, casting his eyes upon the house anew. "The man said," returned the Tinker, rather irritably, "him as was here just now, 'this what you're a laying on, mate, is Tom Tiddler's ground.
Cluck! Flutter! Flutter! Awake! Awake! I'm lost! I'm lost!" it said. "What is it? What is it?" Never was such an exciting reveille as girl by girl bounded up elastic fingering a brushed, a tickled cheek. The answer was a screech that made the morning blush, as if a ghost had invaded the Tom Tiddler's ground of open day light. Una shrieked in echo. Morale was undermined. Cots were vacated.
It seemed funny to watch them riding to and fro, unconscious of our presence and calling to each other. It reminded me of some boy's game of hide-and-seek or Tom Tiddler's ground. We have had two or three casualties, and lost two prisoners, and we have bagged several of them. The army is resting. Here is a note about it:
After passing through five forms and upsetting them all, they arrived at the sixth form, which demanded a new volume to itself, called, let us say, "Tom Tiddler's School-days Continued," and mainly devoted to cigars and flirtation. "Tom Tiddler at College" followed all "wines" and proctor-baiting, with Tom Tiddler as stroke in the victorious 'Varsity eight.
Now, the spacious dining-room, with the company seated round the glittering table, busy with their glittering spoons, and knives and forks, and plates, might have been taken for a grown-up exposition of Tom Tiddler's ground, where children pick up gold and silver. Mr Dombey, as Tiddler, looked his character to admiration; and the long plateau of precious metal frosted, separating him from Mrs Dombey, whereon frosted Cupids offered scentless flowers to each of them, was allegorical to see.
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