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His arms flapped dismally and hopelessly up and down; a gust of wind seized his ragged cap and tossed it impishly on one of the topmost boughs of the Osage-orange hedge; his protesting "whoa" voiced the hopelessness of one who resigns himself to the power of a dire fate, and he disappeared ingloriously in a cloud of summer dust.
But finally they missed his cheery voice, and as their master always sang or whistled on his journeys, the silence warned them that something was wrong. Little Wisk stuck out his head from underneath the seat and found Santa Claus gone and no one to direct the flight of the reindeer. "Whoa!" he called out, and the deer obediently slackened speed and came to a halt.
I hitched the steers to it, stepped back, swung my whip, and yelled, "Gee there," and they did "gee." Away they went, gate post and fence following after. I ran after them, yelling "whoa," at the top of my voice, but they didn't "whoa," and seemed bent on scattering fence-rails over the whole farm.
Whoa!" called Freddie, as he had called to the race horse that had walked out on the track with him. "Whoa, pumpkin!" But the pumpkin kept on rolling! The little chap made a dive for it, missed it by a few inches, and then, falling over, he, too, rolled out under the tent and down the hill. Freddie was not quite so round as a pumpkin, but he managed to get a good start, and rolled over and over.
"Oh, but your hands couldn't stand this, and those gloves would be ribbons in half an hour." "They are heavier than they look; besides, there are the shops at Wenatchee!" As if this settled the matter she said: "But we must change places. Now." She slipped into his seat as he rose, and took the reins dexterously, with a tightening grip, in her hands. "Whoa, whoa, Nip!" Her voice deepened a little.
Whoa now.... There. That's a good fellow. Why, I wouldn't rope you or hit you. I'm only a girl." He drew up, made a single effort to jump, which she prevented, and then he stood quivering, eying her, while she talked soothingly, and patted him and looked at him in the way she had found infallible with most horses. Lucy believed horses were like people, or easier to get along with.
We were opposite a meadow which recently had been mowed. It was a gentle slope with picturesque rocks flanking its sides, and near the road was a pond. "Whoa there, Smith!" shouted Harding. I jammed on brakes and turned to see what was the matter. "What is it, papa?" asked Miss Harding.
Lipkind and her son sat down to a breakfast that was steamingly fit for those only who dwell in the headacheless kingdom of long, sleepful nights and fur-coatless tongues. "A few more fried potatoes with it, Sammy?" "Whoa! You want to feed me up for the fat boys' regiment!" Mrs. Lipkind glanced quickly away, her profile seeming to quiver. "Don't use that word, Sam even in fun it's a knife in me."
While Williamson fumbled in his pocket for the money, the singer gave one glance at the proud, cold face framed by the carriage window, then turned hurriedly away. "Hey, David!" called the coachman to the groom. "Give her her head and jump up. She'll be all right now. Whoa whoa, old girl. That chap's gone half-crowns ain't seemingly in his line. Steady, old girl!"
"Whoa!" he called to his horse, and when the horse stopped the man got down off the seat, leaving the Lamb still there. The man who had the load of wood opened the gate in the fence, and just then another man came out. "Hello, Patrick!" called the wood man. "I was driving past and I just thought I'd stop and see if there was any trash you wanted carted off to the dump.
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