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Read Ebook: Ecclesiastical History of England Volume 5—The Church of the Revolution by Stoughton John
Font size: Background color: Text color: Add to tbrJar First Page Next PageEbook has 1097 lines and 162950 words, and 22 pagesTHE PETS OSCAR'S CHANCE, PER CHARLEY BILLY THE BUCK THE DEMON IN THE CANON THE LITTLE BEAR WHO GREW IN THE ABSENCE OF RULES FOR SALE, THE GOLDEN QUEEN WHERE THE HORSE IS FATE AGAMEMNON AND THE FALL OF TROY A TOUCH OF NATURE HE WAS A LOVELY PET . . . . . . Frontispiece WE NEAR LOST TWO PETS "I WISHT SOMEBODY'D TELEGRAPH THAT SON-OF-A-GUN FOR ME" BOB 'UD HOP HIM HIS STYLE OF RIDING ATTRACTED ATTENTION SEARCHING HIS SOUL FOR SOUNDS TO TELL HOW SCART HE WAS GET OFF'N ME! THE AFFAIR WAS AT PRESENT IN THE FORMAL STATE "A WISE AND SUBTLE PIECE OF STRATEGY" "AN ACCOUNT OF MY ADVENTURES" "'HERE'S--YOUR--DEER--KID,' HE GASPED." "JIMMY-HIT-THE-BOTTLE" THE PUNCHERS TO THE RESCUE "HY" SMITH HE'D COME AROUND WITH HIS PLANS AND SPECIFICATIONS TWICE A DAY MIGUEL COULD RUN WHEN HE PUT HIS MIND TO IT "CLEAN WAS NO NAME FOR HIS PERSONAL APPEARANCE" "UP GETS FOXY WITH A SHRIEK AND GALLOPS AROUND THE HOUSE" "OLD WINDY USED TO TALK TO THE PIG AS THOUGH THEY'D BEEN RAISED TOGETHER" "HE'D HUMP UP HIS BACK . . . AND RUB AGAINST YOUR LEGS" "NO. DIDN'T WANT FOOD. HEART WAS BROKE" "'HUNGH!' SAYS HE, AND BLINKED HIS EYES SHUT" "THE DOCTOR GOES SAILING INTO THE DRINK" "A HA HA! CUT IN TWO IN THE MIDDLE" "THAT WOOLLY, BLAATIN' FOOL OF A SHEEP" "CHASES HIMSELF OFF TO THE SKY-LINE FOR ANOTHER TRY" "THE DURNED RAM WAS PRANCIN' AWAY" "HE WAS KNOCKED GALLEY-WEST" "THAT PIG LOOKED UP AND SMILED" "AND HOLLER! I WISHT YOU COULD HAVE HEARD THAT PIG" "DONE. EVERLASTINGLY DONE" THROUGH THE GLASS I GOT A BETTER VIEW OF THE POOR DEVIL ABOUT TO BE STRUNG WE CALLED TO HIM TO HALT, AND HE STOPPED, KIND OF GRINNED AT US AND SAYS: "HELLO!" YES, SIR; THERE HE SAT, AND HE WAS KNITTIN' A PAIR OF SOCKS! TWENTY-FIVE FOOT OF A DROP, CLEAR, TO ICE-WATER--WOW! "WHOOP HER UP, COLIN!" I HOLLERS Red Saunders' Pets And Other Critters The Pets "Some people would say, 'Mr. Sett and Mr. Burton made up their minds to start the Big Bend Ranch.' All right; perhaps they did, but let me give you an inside view of the factory. "First off, Billy Quinn, Wind-River Smith, and me were putting up hay at the lake beds. It was a God-forsaken, lonesome job, to say the best of it, and we took to collecting pets, to make it seem a little more like home. "Billy shot a hawk, breaking its wing. That was the first in the collection. He was a lovely pet. When you gave him a piece of meat he said 'Cree,' and clawed chunks out of you, but most of the time he sat in the corner with his chin on his chest, like a broken-down lawyer. We didn't get the affection we needed out of him. Well, then Wind-River found a bull-snake asleep and lugged him home, hanging over his shoulder. We sewed a flannel collar on the snake and picketed him out until he got used to the place. And around and around and around squirmed that snake until we near got sick at our stummicks watching him. All day long, turning and turning and turning. Add to tbrJar First Page Next Page |
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