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Then you pull the string and it will come down. Wo-ho!" he cried, as he tugged out his knife, for the tree bent and bent like a fishing-rod, the spiny centre on which he was being now very thin. Then, steadying himself, he climbed the last six feet and hung over backwards, holding up his legs and one hand, as he used his knife and divided the string tail. "Pull, Tiz, pull!" he shouted, "Run!"
I hung my head and the huge throng of tears broke forth. Wo-ho, what a cascade! My eyes overflowed with salt tears and my nose wanted wiping. Oh, waly, waly. Radley seemed indisposed to let go of my left hand, so I was compelled to search for my handkerchief with my right. After sounding the depths of four pockets, I found it, a singularly dirty one, in the fifth.
The Dover mail was in its usual genial position that the guard suspected the passengers, the passengers suspected one another and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the coachman was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could with a clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments that they were not fit for the journey. "Wo-ho!" said the coachman.
"Are you of the Materialist school, Owen, about memory?" said Julian, "i e, do you go with Hobbes and Condillac, and make it a decaying sense or a transformed sensation?" "Not a bit; I believe it to be a spiritual faculty, entirely independent of mere physical organisation." "Wo-ho!" said Kennedy; "the physiologists will join issue with you there.
She was rapt in a glowing vision of the honours and delights that would welcome her at her journey's end; so rapt, that she and the donkey had been for some little time in one of the narrow paths of the wood before she missed her two conductors. It caused Mrs. Peckaby to pull the bridle, and cry "Wo-ho!" to the donkey.
As often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary "Wo-ho! so-ho-then!" the near leader violently shook his head and everything upon it like an unusually emphatic horse, denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.
Ah! my dear Miss Fountain The devil! wo-ho, Goliah!" For the pony spilled the treacle. He lashed out both heels with a squeak of amazement within an inch of Mr. Talboys' horse, which instantly began to rear, and plunge, and snort. While Talboys, an excellent horseman, was calming his steed, Lucy was condoling with hers.
The right ones are too short, the left too long! Stop him! That is not stopping him! He took two steps forward after he checked himself. Go forward, and try again when I tell you. Stop! Not so hard, not so hard! You are making him back! Extend your arms forward! There! A little more, and you would have made him rear! Whoa! Wo-ho! Now listen! Not so!
Then Lady Eleanor turned to the children. "Now, my darlings! Give Master Dick a leg up, Corporal. Wo-ho, Billy; now, Elsie, up behind him. How young the old horse looks, Corporal! Are you ready? Walk, march."
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