Tiberius Smith: As Chronicled by His Right-hand Man, Billy Campbell

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Harper & brothers, 1907 - 330 pages
 

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Page 135 - And the harp, and the viol, the tabret, and pipe, and wine, are in their feasts: but they regard not the work of the LORD, neither consider the operation of his hands.
Page 42 - And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak: and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Page 136 - Therefore as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame consumeth the chaff, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom shall go up as dust: because they have cast away the law of the LORD of hosts, and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.
Page 195 - They had got wind of our game someway and did not seem to be greatly surprised at beholding four fierce denizens of the jungle scrambling, wading, and swimming through the stream, each armed with a rifle or revolver. "I reached home-base first, closely followed by Collins. And, sir, I shall never forget that spectacle. There was the lion, unable to loosen his head-piece, swearing profusely in rich Celtic as he sent back shot for shot. There were the hyena and tiger, very chummy, using revolvers....
Page 180 - ... or less, chiefly less, but he carried a gilt-headed cane that would make up the difference in effect on the average alcalde, and a quick trot to the halls of justice gave him an insight to the situation. It seems Murphy, the writer, and his friends had been foolish enough to hire out as a train-crew on the Central, and that their train, near Quelta, had run over a big-bug's hired man.
Page 195 - With a yell to the mules we bumped and tore along, the heavy wagons swaying fearfully as we went down a decline. Nearer and nearer crept the pursuers, their shouts now reaching us, but before they could get within...
Page 179 - ... to bite his way by the rotund Vermont man without crossing our palms with silver. That's largely metaphor, as we let them in for what they had, except the alcalde, who entered deadhead. 'Take what you can...
Page 191 - Behold the lion about to spring!' shrieked Tib, thrusting into the ribs of the king of the forest and thus bringing him into a more reasonable posture. "'Fer th' love iv — ooo-gh!' spoke and snarled JVIurphy, in his rich brogue. "'Wonderful!' gasped the alcalde and his followers. "But I never heard a lion use such a delightful Irish accent before or since in giving his howl of rage. "'Now we come to the Royal Bengal tiger, bought by me from the Sultan of Skowhegan for ten thousand dollars,' rattled...
Page 186 - ... the effect was simply stupendous. First, Tib ordered Murphy to slip into the lion's pelt, and Murphy was mad. He said he was Irish and would pose as a harp, but never as an emblem of Merry England.
Page 189 - Fear them not, senors and senoritas. For though they rage and writhe in anger, they know their master's voice. — Look out, Burke, pull in...

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