The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Volume 01 by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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page 71 of 178 (39%)
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forget the tip?' Lord, how I long to walk into some o'
these chaps, and give 'em the beans! and I will yet afore I'm many days older, hang me if I don't. I shall bust, I do expect; and if I do, them that ain't drownded will be scalded, I know. Chah!--chah! "Oh de British name is Bull, and de French name is Frog, And noisy critters too, when a braggin' on a log,-- But I is an alligator, a floatin' down stream. And I'll chaw both the bullies up, as I would an ice-cream: Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee, Wee my zippy dooden dooden dooden, dooden dooden dee. "Yes, I've been pent up in that drawer-like lookin' berth, till I've growed like a pine-tree with its branches off-- straight up and down. My legs is like a pair of compasses that's got wet; they are rusty on the hinges, and won't work. I'll play leapfrog up the street, over every feller's head, till I get to the Liners' Hotel; I hope I may be shot if I don't. Jube, you villain, stand still there on the deck, and hold up stiff, you nigger. Warny once--warny twice--warny three times; now I come." And he ran forward, and putting a hand on each shoulder, jumped over him. "Turn round agin, you young sucking Satan, you; and don't give one mite or morsel, or you might 'break massa's precious neck,' p'raps. Warny once--warny twice--warny three times." |
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