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But we can turn 'em yet! Whar's Jeff and the boys?" "They've gone to town with the cattle." "Well, you're dished then," said the old man grimly. "Might as well put up your horse and eat I'm goin' home and see that they don't none of 'em git in on me!" "Whose sheep were they?" inquired Hardy, as he sat down to a hasty meal. "Don't ask me, boy," replied Johnson. "I never had time to find out.
Ye don't cheat the law in this deestrick not often! Ye air the very boy, I reckon, what holped ter rob Blenkins's store. Whar's the other burglars? Ye'd better tell!" "I dunno!" cried Nick tremulously. "I never had nothin' ter do with 'em." "Ye hev told on yerself," the man retorted. "Why did ye stand a-gapin' at the Conscripts' Hollow, ef ye didn't know thar was suthin special thar?"
"'Z got me all shuck up. Whar's that 'r bottle?" "'Z goin' t' eat a bumb ol' fool burro!" Hank chortled weakly, feeling tenderly certain nicks on his cheeks where gravel had landed. "Paw, you ol' fool, you, don't hawg the hull thing gimme a drink!" "Casey's sure all right," came Joe's official O.K. of the performance. "Casey said 'e c'd do it 'n' Casey done it!"
Now, in clar weather an open sea, pile it on, I say; but in waters like these, whar's the use? Why, it's flyin clar in the face of Providence. Now look at me do I pile on sail? Not me. Catch me at it! When I can git along without, why, I git. At the same time, I don't think you'll find it altogether for the good of your precious health, boys, to be a movin about here in the fog at midnight.
There was something weird, and something fascinating, about these impressive words issuing from an unseen and unexpected source. The night was so still and ghostlike the atmosphere about the cottage so charged with tragedy the metonymy this invisible speaker employed so subtle! "Whar's yoh gyard'ner?" she asked breathlessly. "I don't know," he gave a short laugh.
"The house is very respectable, certainly," said Mr Mowbray; "and, I think, you'll find the inside every way worthy of the out." "I dinna doot it I dinna doot it," replied Mr Adair. "But whar's your freen, himsel?" "Oh! we'll see him presently. In the meantime let us walk in."
Had a little angel boy once myself; he's gone to Californy now, an'clock I'm a lone, lorn widdy. "Little gal, whar's yer manners? laughin'clock at a poor ole creetur like me! Come out here, and le's hear ye say that beautiful psalm of Dr. Watts now!" "How doth the little busy bee!" But just then something happened for which the old woman and the scholars were equally unprepared.
An if yo doan't coom and keep your good-for-nothin niece in her place, and make udder foak keep a civil tongue i' their head to your wife, I'll leave your house this neet, as sure as I wor born a Martin! Reuben stumbled into the house. There was a wild rush downstairs, and Louie fell upon him, David's blow showing ghastly plain in her white quivering face. 'Whar's Davy? she said.
The darndest, kickin'est, bitin'est beast th't ever I see, 'r ever wan' t' see ag'in! Good reddance! Don' wan' no snappin'-turkles in my stable! Whar's the man gone th't brought the critter?" "Whar he's gone? Guess y' better go 'n aäsk my ol' man; he kerried him off laäs' night; 'n' when he comes back, mebbe he'll tell ye whar he's gone tew!"
Men, Colonel Bruce! send us all your men, without a moment's delay; and send off for Logan and his forces: despatch some one who can ride, for I can sit a horse no longer." "Whar's Dick Bruce?" cried the Kentuckian; and the son answering, he continued, "Mount the roan Long-legs, you brute, and ride to St. Asaph's in no time.
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