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Updated: May 18, 2025
Then he began: "At eleven o'clock in the forenoon," said Tam, settling himself to the agreeable task, "in or about the vicinity of La Bas a solitary airman micht ha' been sighted or viewed, wingin' his way leisurely across the fleckless blue o' the skies. Had ye been near enough ye would have obsairved a smile that played aroond his gay young face. In his blue eyes was a look o' deep thought.
"He has the most left at that," said Blister. "He wins in three more jumps. You can't beat class. It'll come back fur more." "Molly S. beat him," I insisted. "Yep, she beat him that one race," Blister admitted. "But how does she beat him? Do you notice the boy gets her away wingin' 'n' keeps her there all the trip? . . . Why? Because he knows she can't come from behind 'n' win.
Ole Gundover's wife has been dead thirty years, an' she didn't die a day too soon. An' my little baby has gone to glory, an' is wingin' wid the angels an' a lookin' out for us. One ob de las' things ole Gundover's wife did 'fore she died war to order a woman whipped 'cause she com'd to de field a little late when her husband war sick, an' she had stopped to tend him.
"Birds gived awver singin', Flittermice was wingin', Mists lay on the meadows A purty sight to see. Down-long in the dimpsy, the dimpsy, the dimpsy, Down-long in the dimpsy Theer went a maid wi' me. "Five gude mile o' walkin', Not wan word o' talkin', Then I axed a question And put the same to she.
"You had me wingin' for a while, but I plugged your game with the cowboys. Pawnee Bill and his Congress of Rough Riders think you're a cyclone." "It's the first chance I ever had to wear that silk running-suit. Who knows, maybe I can run!" "Nix, now! Don't kid yourself too far. This thing is funny enough as it stands." "Oh, I dare say it looks like a joke to you, but it doesn't to me, Larry.
"Me?" observed Bennett, surprised. He unfolded the paper, glanced at it, and laughed. "I'm arrested for wingin' that 'shoulder-striker' up the street a while back," he told Keith. "Anything I can do?" asked Keith anxiously. "Not a thing, thank you. There'll be no trouble at all just a little nuisance. May call you for a witness later."
The silence was nattering, and more loudly now, so that Skinner might hear, he added: "If your man tries to beat the gun, I'll have him wingin' his way to lands celestial before he makes his second jump." Gallagher acknowledged the fairness of this proposition. "This race is goin' to be squar'," said he. "We're ready when y'all are."
"Here it begins," said Tam, and started: "At ten o'clock in the forenoon o' a clear but wintry day, a solitary airman micht hae been seen wingin' his lane way ameedst the solitude o' the achin' skies." "'Achin' skies'?" queried the stenographer dubiously. "It's poetry," said Tam. "A' got it oot o' a bit by Roodyard Kiplin', the Burns o' England, an' don't interrupt.
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