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"Tripe and onions!" he sed furcely; then he added, "I eat with you, but I hate you. You're a low-lived Yankee!" To which I pleasantly replied, "How'l you have your tripe?" "Fried, mudsill! with plenty of ham-fat!" He et very ravenus. Poor feller! He had lived on odds and ends for several days, eatin' crackers that had bin turned over by revelers in the bread tray at the bar.
Complimentary speeches were made him, wherein he was entertained with the surpassing virtues, long sufferings, and achievements of the Pilgrim Fathers; and it is even said he was treated to a sight of Plymouth Rock, that great corner-stone of Yankee empire.
I shan't stop the procession for either you or your Yankee protege. So you can both go to the devil." With this benevolent permission the captain of lancers struck the spurs into his horse, and once more placed himself at the head of his troop.
He resumed his seat by the fire, but soon began drumming with his fingers on the arm of his chair. Eventually this assumed the time and accent of some air. Then he began to whistle softly and hesitatingly, as if trying to recall a forgotten tune. Finally this took shape in a rude resemblance, not unlike that which his flag bore to the national standard, to Yankee Doodle. Suddenly he stopped.
A part of our crowd had been out after wood during the day, and secured a piece of a log as large as two of them could carry, and bringing it in, stood it up near the Dead Line. When the guard mounted to his post he was sure he saw a temerarious Yankee in front of him, and hastened to slay him. It was an unusual good fortune that nobody was struck.
Webster's bearing upon this occasion, that he manifested a particular regard for him, and pronounced him a very able man for a Yankee. It was during these years that Daniel Webster became dear, beyond all other men of his time, to the people of New England.
"It's purty difficult to be both, you know, English and Yankee." "I'm American through and through, Mr. Vick, even though I did serve under the British flag till I was gassed and invalided out." "Affects the lungs, don't it?" inquired old Caleb. "I don't like to talk about it, Mr. Brown. I'm trying to forget what hell was like. I was in hospital for four months.
It is always throwing up." To change the somewhat painful theme, Kirtley soon began: "I don't see any sports such as we know them in Germany. How do they get along without them?" Like all Yankee college men he was alert on these lines. "No sports in Deutschland. Go out on the Dresden golf links of a morning and you'll find hardly a German soul playing. It's the same in Vienna the same in Berlin.
"Boston is a Yankee town, and so is Philadelphy;" considering which, I assure you I find the latter quite a civilized place. The above quotation is from "Yankee-doodle," the National Anthem of the Americans, which I will sing to you some day when I am within hearing. We have just returned from church.
At that instant, a shriek like that of some agonized giant came home to them across the plains, and both looked around, as if about to flee in terror; but the curiosity of the Yankee restrained him. His practical eye saw that whatever it might be, it was a human contrivance, and there could be nothing supernatural about it. 'Look!
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