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Updated: September 13, 2025
He was ten years, at least, older than Raven and had lived here, man and boy, all his life, and his wife, Charlotte, was the presiding benevolence of the Raven home. Seeing his passenger, he lifted his whip-stock in salute and stepped out of the pung to meet him. Jerry was yellow and freckled and blue-eyed, with a face, Raven always thought, like a baked apple.
Instead of whipping the Muley Cow, his father ran the whip-stock down her throat! "What's the matter?" Johnnie asked. "Why do you do that?" "She's choked over an apple," his father explained, "and I'm trying to shove it along." Well, it wasn't a great while before the Muley Cow seemed to be quite herself again. "Rough treatment!" Farmer Green remarked. "But it certainly fixed her."
In the renewed melody of the song-birds there was a hint of approaching evening; shadows lengthened; the sunlight grew redder on the dusty road. "The Broadalbin trail swings into the forest just ahead," said Dorothy, pointing with her whip-stock. "See, there where they are drawing bridle. But I mean to ride with you, nevertheless.... And I'll do it!"
I do sometimes at home, but not the English game. "Oh, we play the 'Merican game too. 'Appy to play the 'Merican game with you, sir." "Try him a game," says Bunker. "It won't hurt you." Not liking to refuse an invitation from a polite Englishman, who appears to be a stranger here, I consent. This is billiard-room etiquette the world over. The cue is like a whip-stock.
"No; but he spells deliverance. You see if he can't do anything for us himself he can carry the news of our whereabouts to Fort Malsun, and " At that moment a whip-stock hammered at the cabin-door, and a second later Trooper Anderton entered. For a moment he was a little taken aback by the girl's appearance, then Stane made the introduction. "Miss Yardely; Mr. Anderton!"
I awoke to find the waggon at a standstill and Master Trueman watching me with a scowl the while his plump fingers toyed lovingly with his whip-stock; but as I roused, this hand crept up to finger his several chins. "Lamberhurst!" says Trueman again; whereon, having yawned and stretched myself, I clambered down into the road. "Well?" I questioned, seeing how he watched me, triple chin in hand.
Carbine had another name, "Old Jack," given him because of his laziness, and a whip-stock, had to be used occasionally to keep him up to the mark. An Australian picture of the horse was painted by Mr. W. Scott, and after being in the possession of Mr. Herbert Garratt for some years was sent to his Grace with a request that he would accept it, which he did.
"Mis' Clark lives there, a mile back from the stage road. Clark's down in Yankton earning money to keep them going. She's alone with her baby holding down the claim." Dan's arm sagged. "We've had women go crazy out here." The whip-stock followed the empty horizon half round the compass to a lighted red square not more than two miles away. "Mis' Carson died in the spring.
"Nothing." "Welting a man on the head with a whip-stock ain't anything, hey?" "I didn't touch him. We was racing, and he run into the culvert." "Hank says he saw you strike " "He lies! I was strikin' the horse to make him break." "Oh, yeh was!" sneered the older man. "Well, I hope you understand that this'll ruin us in this town.
Master Meadow Mouse had waited hopefully, watching her closely to see if she were not going to choke that time, anyhow. And when she didn't he was quite disappointed. "Try it again will you?" he besought the Muley Cow. "What!" she bawled. "Do you want me to choke?" "Yes!" he told her. "I thought that if you did, Farmer Green would come and run a whip-stock down your throat.
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