The Luck of Roaring Camp1903 |
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... never go back on us . " By the time he was a month old the neces- sity of giving him a name became apparent . He had generally been known as " The Kid , " 66 Stumpy's Boy , " " The Coyote " ( an allu- sion to his vocal powers ) , and ...
... never go back on us . " By the time he was a month old the neces- sity of giving him a name became apparent . He had generally been known as " The Kid , " 66 Stumpy's Boy , " " The Coyote " ( an allu- sion to his vocal powers ) , and ...
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... never child out of fairy - land had before , it is to be hoped that Tommy was content . He ap- peared to be serenely happy , albeit there was an infantine gravity about him , a con- templative light in his round gray eyes , that ...
... never child out of fairy - land had before , it is to be hoped that Tommy was content . He ap- peared to be serenely happy , albeit there was an infantine gravity about him , a con- templative light in his round gray eyes , that ...
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... never been anything else . But the settlement of Smith's Pocket , like that of most discoveries , was happily not dependent on the fortune of its pioneer , and other parties projected tunnels and found pockets . So Smith's Pocket be ...
... never been anything else . But the settlement of Smith's Pocket , like that of most discoveries , was happily not dependent on the fortune of its pioneer , and other parties projected tunnels and found pockets . So Smith's Pocket be ...
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... never - ending road , over which childish figures seemed to pass sobbing and crying into the night . Then , the little school- house seeming lonelier than before , he shut the door and went home . The next morning Mliss came to school ...
... never - ending road , over which childish figures seemed to pass sobbing and crying into the night . Then , the little school- house seeming lonelier than before , he shut the door and went home . The next morning Mliss came to school ...
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... Never to come back . Never , NEVER , NEVER . You can give my beeds to Mary Jen- nings , and my Amerika's Pride [ a highly colored lithograph from a tobacco - box ] to Sally Flanders . But don't you give anything to Clytie Morpher . Don ...
... Never to come back . Never , NEVER , NEVER . You can give my beeds to Mary Jen- nings , and my Amerika's Pride [ a highly colored lithograph from a tobacco - box ] to Sally Flanders . But don't you give anything to Clytie Morpher . Don ...
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ain't asked azalea Bill Masters Blazing Star boys Bret Harte cabin cañon cheek child Clytemnestra Clytie Culpepper Dick Bullen ditches door Duchess excitement expressman extempo eyes face feet figure fire Five Forks Fool gathered grave hair hand Hawkins head heart hill Jack Folinsbee Johnny Jovita Judge Kentuck knew lady laugh Logport looked Luck master McSnagley ment Miggles Miggles's Miss Mary Miss Nelly Miss Portfire Mliss morning Morpher Mother Shipton never night Oakhurst opened passed pause perhaps pines Piney Poker Flat Princess quietly Rattlesnake Creek Red Gulch Red Mountain REDWOOD CAMP road Roaring Camp rose Sandy Bar seemed silence Simpson's Bar slowly Smith's Pocket stood stopped STORIES Stumpy suddenly suthin Tennessee Tennessee's Partner thar Thet's thing tion took trail tree turned Uncle Billy voice walked woman young Yuba Bill
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الصفحة 92 - during that evening. Haply the time was beguiled by an accordion, produced somewhat ostentatiously by Tom Simson from his pack. Notwithstanding some difficulties attending the manipulation of this instrument, Piney Woods managed to pluck several reluctant melodies from its keys, to an accompaniment by the Innocent on a pair of bone
الصفحة 29 - It needed but a glance to show them Kentuck lying there cruelly crushed and bruised, but still holding The Luck of Roaring Camp in his arms. As they bent over the strangely assorted pair they saw that the child was cold and pulseless. " He is dead,
الصفحة 103 - whereat we all laughed. While we were laughing, the driver cried " Shoo ! " We listened. To our infinite amazement the chorus of " Miggles " was repeated from the other side of the wall, even to the final and supplemental " Maygells." " Extraordinary echo," said the Judge. " Extraordinary d—d skunk!" roared the driver, contemptuously. " Come out of that, Higgles, and show yourself! Be a man,
الصفحة 38 - good-night." The moon shone brightly on the narrow path before them. He stood and watched the bent little figure as it staggered down the road, and waited until it had passed the little graveyard and reached the curve of the hill, where it turned and stood for a moment, a mere atom of suffering,
الصفحة 89 - tethered; they were no longer there. The tracks were already rapidly disappearing in the snow. The momentary excitement brought Mr. Oakhurst back to the fire with his usual calm. He did not waken the sleepers. The Innocent slumbered peacefully, with a smile on
الصفحة 73 - with you about adopting your profession. Is that so?" The man with the glazed hat leaned over the table, and made an imaginary shot, that sent the ball spinning round the cushions. Then walking round the table he recovered the ball and placed it upon the spot. This duty discharged, getting ready for another shot, he said,
الصفحة 71 - And off trotted the shortlegged Aristides. The Arcade was just across the way, — a long, rambling building containing a barroom, billiard-room, and restaurant. As the young man crossed the plaza he noticed that two or three of the passers-by turned and looked after him. He looked at his clothes, took
الصفحة 120 - the sweet old story, bathed the feet of him she loved. It even lent a kindly poetry to the rugged outline of Yuba Bill, half reclining on his elbow between them and his passengers, with savagely patient eyes
الصفحة 209 - and delicate-faced women in the one long street of Five Forks, and a scampering of mules, and an occasional procession of dusty brown-linen cavalry. A year after " Hawkins' Idiot Asylum" was completed, one day there drifted into the valley a riotous cavalcade of "schoolmarms," teachers of the San Francisco public schools, out for a holiday. Not
الصفحة 73 - when he began to speak something kept rising in his throat and retarded his utterance, and his own voice frightened him, it sounded so distant, low, and resonant. " I understand," he began, " that Melissa Smith, an orphan, and one of my scholars,