Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Thus encouraged the song burst forth, with tune enough and to spare. It was this I heard I, a happy adopted dweller, from the lowest handle-end of the Basin, while driving over through the woods with Captain Pharo Kobbe and his young third wife and children.
to flag-raisin'," said the ever well-informed and officious Lunette. "Somehow," said Captain Pharo, shrugging his shoulders, "thar 's too much of a sea-rake blowin' acrost the back o' my neck t' sing 'Prison Cells; 'tain't clost enough for it here. What d'ye say to 'Hold the Fort'?" What they said was unanimous. Even Captain Leezur knew it, and the sculpins, of terrible voice.
"Cap'n Pharo Kobbe," said his wife, as if it were suddenly and startlingly a subject of physics, "whatever is the matter with you?" "Carn't I be p'lite ef I want to?" roared the captain; but as he surveyed his contemplated burden, who was a good many inches taller than he, and by all odds sprightlier, he paled. "Ef 't you could get anything, Cap'n Kobbe," said his wife, "I sh'd think you had."
Captain Pharo and Uncle Coffin, not yet comprehending this idea, and smoking triumphantly with their hats on, listened to several ranting recitations from the wife who had so inopportunely defaced her husband's visage; but when, after a brief recess, she again appeared with a stage bow, Captain Pharo looked blankly at Uncle Coffin. "Where 's the ba-ar, Coffin?"
"Mebbe we're a little alike in that respec'," Captain Leezur assured him deliciously; "'cept 't he ain't nigh so ongodly as I use' ter be." "I don' know," said Captain Pharo. "I have worked sometimes, Sundays poo! poo! hohum! but not 'less 'twas somethin' 'mportant, gettin' in hay or somethin' like that. And I have poo! poo! hohum!
Both women were now angry with him; between all that sea and sky Captain Pharo appeared not to have a friend save his pipe and me. Miss Pray indignantly picked the rest of her steps alone. "Ye'll have to do the rest o' yer co'tin' in yer own way," murmured the captain to me, darkly and vaguely, as he stepped into the boat: "but my 'dvice to ye is, drop it! drop it right whar 'tis!"
Fox was a man of pleasure, and those who were most intimate with him at the clubs were the last very often to desire to see him a Minister. "From a Pharo table to the headship of the Exchequer is a transition which appears to me de tenir trop au Roman, and those who will oppose it the most are those whom he has been voting with and assisting to ruin this country for the last ten years at least."
Garrison, his manners to us were insolent to a degree. Having once turned to look at us, he composed his hat on one side, grinned, whistled, and would neither turn again nor give us room to pass, nor drive out of a walk, on our account. "Either fly yer sails, or cl'ar the ship's channel there," cried Captain Pharo at last, snorting with indignation.
"I'd ort ter know," said Captain Pharo, alone with me in the lane, assuming a gay and confident air, "f'r I've been engaged in co'tin' three times, an' ain't had nary false nibble, but landed my fish every time." "I know you have."
"Good Lord, Skates!" said Captain Pharo, and put his hand in his pocket for his pipe, but bethought himself, and withdrew it, with a deep sigh. Elder Skates had looked at him with hope, but now again mechanically reiterated: "How can we escape trouble?" "We can't! we can't no way in this world!" said Captain Pharo. "Where in h ll did you scrape up them questions, Skates? Escape trouble?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking