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Satisfied that whatever it was in the beaker wasn't explosive, the liquid was quickly poured off into sixteen small half-pint beakers and speeded to as many different laboratories for possible analysis. "What about the other stuff?" Peterson was asked, referring to the brownish "milk" subsequently identified as coming from a dainty young cow known as Melody Buttercup Greenbrier IV.
The more beer you contributed to it the more Meyerbeer it gave you. Which is reciprocity. Merritt put forth exertions on the dinner. Greenbrier was his old friend, and he liked him. He persuaded him to drink a cocktail. "I take the horehound tea," said Greenbrier, "for old times' sake. But I'd prefer whiskey straight. They're on you." "Right!" said Merritt.
"There may be no next time," Jimmie advised, as they moved down the canyon, in the middle of which ran a small stream of water, a rivulet connecting with the Greenbrier river farther to the south and west. It was now quite dark, and they were obliged to feel every step of their way, for there were numerous crevices in the floor of the canyon.
Somebody in Tanglefoot the Lord only knows who showed Tolhurst that underground way out ter Greenbrier Cove, through a sorter cave or tunnel in the mountings." "Now now neighbor that's guesswork," remonstrated the miller, in behalf of Tanglefoot Cove repudiating the responsibility.
"Why," replied the young man, his tones now quite positive, "his saddle with 'R. E. L. on it is out there by the gate." "There he comes now," said one of the group, eagerly; "at least, I suppose that it is he." "Let me see," said Mrs. Claverly, going rapidly to the window. "I saw him once at the Greenbrier White, and I am sure that I would know him.
Out of this sightseeing delegations of good King Teddy's Gentlemen of the Royal Bear-hounds dropped one Greenbrier Nye, of Pin Feather, Ariz. The daily cyclone of Sixth Avenue's rush hour swept him away from the company of his pardners true. The dust from a thousand rustling skirts filled his eyes. The mighty roar of trains rushing across the sky deafened him.
I was at Remley's tavern, 12 miles west of Lewisburg, Greenbrier Co., Virginia. A drove of 50 or 60 negroes stopped at the same place that night. They usually 'camp out, but as it was excessively muddy, they were permitted to come into the house. So far as my knowledge extends, 'droves, on their way to the south, eat but twice a day, early in the morning and at night.
You must come and have luncheon with me, of course." Greenbrier pinned him sadly but firmly to the wall with a hand the size, shape and color of a McClellan saddle. "Longy," he said, in a melancholy voice that disturbed traffic, "what have they been doing to you? You act just like a citizen. They done made you into an inmate of the city directory.
The viands ordered, Merritt turned to the wine list. "This Medoc isn't bad," he suggested. "You're the doc," said Greenbrier. "I'd rather have whiskey straight. It's on you." Greenbrier looked around the room. The waiter brought things and took dishes away. He was observing. He saw a New York restaurant crowd enjoying itself. "How was the range when you left the Gila?" asked Merritt.
"They had lanterns an' some pine-knots, grandad, what they lighted, an' the leader sent a squad ter 'reconnoitre, ez he called it. An' whilst he waited he stood an' talked ter me about the roads in Greenbrier an' the lay o' the land over thar. He war full per-lite an' genteel." "I'll be bound ye looked like a 'crazy Jane," cried the grandmother, with sudden exasperation.
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