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Updated: May 29, 2025
"It's going to be whacked up, just as I promised. Now I'm going to find Maxwell and get the dough. Why, of course, I'm going to divide it. And I'll be glad to get my share right now. We haven't had any pay in some time, and goodness knows when I'll hear from home." "Or Buffalo," added Bob, with a laugh. "Yes, or Buffalo," agreed Jimmy.
Bumper had never heard anything like it in his life. While he stood off at a safe distance watching, a bumblebee lighted on Buster's nose and tickled it. The bear brushed it off with a paw, and rolled over to renew his sleep. But, unfortunately for Buster, he whacked the bee so hard that he must have hurt it. Anyway, the bumblebee resented it, and gave him a sharp sting on the nose.
He hacked and whacked and whacked and hacked, This sturd-y little man; He hacked a log and hacked a fence, As round about he ran. He hacked his father's cher-ry tree And made an ug-ly spot; The bark was soft, the hatch-et sharp, And little George forgot. You know the rest. The father frowned And asked the rea-son why; You know the good old story runs He could not tell a lie.
Therefore he whacked the old nigger mercilessly, while a big crowd of his people watched him, thunderstruck, till some man, I was told the chief's son, in desperation at hearing the old chap yell, made a tentative jab with a spear at the white man and of course it went quite easy between the shoulder-blades.
Something snapped like a toy-pistol and Bub howled. A little brown hand had whacked him across the mouth, and the girl flashed indoors without a word. Bub got to his feet howling with pain and rage and started after her, but the old man caught him: "Set down, boy! Sarved you right fer blabbin' things that hain't yo' business." He shook with laughter. Jealousy!
Beside him sat the red-eyed and disreputable Pegleg McCarron, who whacked the floor with the end of his crutch from time to time in testimony of his low pleasure. The round closed with one of Wilbur Cowan's right crosses started from not too far back landing upon the jaw of Spike Brennon with what seemed to be a shattering impact.
"Really, child, such expressions as 'O law! are out of order, especially when they're only so much bluff.... I must now approach a subject which may have sordid recollections for you, but in the interest of the law I am bound to allude to it. Were you whacked ahem! chastised a few days ago by the aforesaid Mr. Fillet?" "Yes." "When did the old gaffer when did Mr. Fillet whack you?"
Throwing on my bathrobe, I grabbed the broom and attacked the invader. I whacked it fore and aft! I played a tune on its lank ribs! Taken completely by surprise, it hightailed clumsily up through the pines, with me and my trusty broom lending encouragement. When morning came, showing the havoc wrought on my despoiled posies, I was ready to weep. Ranger Winess joined me on my way to breakfast.
"I suppose you have the resolution all drawn," suggested Thelismer Thornton, dryly. "I have, and drawn according to good constitutional law," replied the General. He drew the paper from his breast-pocket. "Incorporate it, Wasgatt, ready for the final draft, and we'll all go over the thing to-morrow morning." The Duke was grimly laconic. That resolution whacked his pet interests.
Upon this, up stepped Ormanduz, the next oldest, and whacked the slave over his head; and then Mahallah, the next oldest, struck him over the shoulders; and Akbeck, the next oldest, cracked him on the shins; and Zamcar, the youngest, punched him in the stomach; and the slave sat down, and begged the noble merchants to please stop.
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