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Gettin' flurried never does any good whatever. D'ee hear?" "Yis, sur," answered Rooney, and his voice sounded metallic and hollow, even to those outside much more so to himself! "Well, then, if we give you too much air, you've only got to open the front-valve so, and, when you're easy, shut it.
Having done so on the present occasion, he shut his mouth with a snap and opened his eyes. "Ho yis," he said in a low tone, "bery nice when it all plisent like now, but it am anoder t'ing when de fresh mountain air goes howlerin' an' bowlerin' about like a wild beast, an' when it snowses an frozes fit to cut off your noses an' shribel up de bery marrow in your bones! Oh! you got no notion what "
That night Mrs. Brown was heard to say: "Sergeant Brown, ye made a fool ov yerself to-day." "Yis, Missus Brown, I think we both made a fool of ourself. So I do." About the first of July we were ordered to Fort Pillow, which is by land fourteen miles above, on the same side of the river.
Do you understand?" "Perrfectly, sirr!" replied the Sergeant, outwardly calm. "M'Gurk, do you understand?" M'Gurk looked at Bobby, and then round at Sergeant M'Micking. He received a glance which shrivelled his marrow. The game was up. He grinned sheepishly, and answered, "Yis, sirr!"
You know very well that my chest is weak, and yet I have to go hallooing all over the place after you. Now look here, have you got that fat pony of yours in the yard?" "Yis, Squire, the pony is here, and if so be as it is fat it bean't for the want of movement." "Very well, then, take this letter," and he handed him an epistle sealed with a tremendous seal, "take this letter to Mr.
Neepeelootambo nodded his head so violently that it was a marvel it remained on his shoulders. "Yis. Ho! ho! ho! 'xpec's to be a king." "And when are ye to be crowned, Bumble?" inquired Briant, rather sceptically, as they resumed their walk. "Oh, me no say me goin' to be king; me only 'xpec's dat." "Werry good," returned Rokens; "but wot makes ye for to expect it?" "Aha!
I've heard them as thought they could tell the Cap'n Kidd places by layin' their ear to the ground at midnight, and they'd hear groans and wailin's." "Why, Sam! were there really people who could tell where Kidd's money was?" I here interposed. "Oh, sartin! why, yis. There was Shebna Basconx, he was one. Shebna could always tell what was under the earth.
"Yis," gasped Freckles. The Angel sprang to her feet. "Then that's all right," she said, with a tinge of her old-time briskness. "You just keep breathing away like a steam engine, and I will do all the remainder." The eager men gathered around her.
Here, catch hold of this end of it an' haul." "Yis, gineral," said the Irishman, in a tone and with a degree of alacrity that caused a laugh from most of those who were looking on. Even the "gineral" observed it, and remarked with a sardonic smile "You seem to be pleased to see your old chum in this fix, I think."
A faint "Yis" came from the other end of the garden, but still Milly and Olly could see nothing but a big cherry-tree growing where the voice seemed to come from. "You go along that path, missy, and call again. You'll be sure to find them," said Mrs. Backhouse, pointing to the tree. "And won't you come in, ma'am, and rest a bit? You'll be maybe tired with walking this hot day." So Mr. and Mrs.
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