ISBN: 9781130470178

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ... er gradin'' it ag''in. Er at the work bench, planin'' things.; er buildin'' little traps To ketch birds; galvenizin'' rings; er graftin'' plums, perhaps. Make anything! good as the best!--a gun-stock--er a flute; He whittled out a set o'' chesstmen onc''t o'' laurel root. Durin'' the Army--got his trade o'' surgeon there--I own To-day a finger-ring Doc made out of a Sesesh bone! An'' glued a fiddle onc''t fer me--jes'' all so busted you ''D ''a'' throwed the thing away, but he fixed her as 1274. DOC SIFERS And take Doc, now, in ager, say, er biles, er rheumatic, And all afflictions thataway, and he''s the best they is! Er janders--milksick--I don''t keer--k-yore anything he tries--A abscess; getherin'' in yer yeer; er granilated eyes! There was the Widder Daubenspeck they all give up fer dead; A blame cowbuncle on her neck, and clean out of her head! First had this doctor, what''s-his-name, from Pud blesburg, and then This little red-head, Burnin'' Shame they call him--Dr. Glenn. And they consulted on the case, and claimed she''d haf to die,--I jes'' was joggin'' by the place, and heerd her dorter cry, And stops and calls her to the fence; and I-says-I, Let me Send Sifers--bet you fifteen cents he''ll k-yore her! Well, says she, Light out! she says: And, lipp-tee-cut, I loped in town, and rid ''Bout two hours more to find him, but I kussed him when I did! DOC SIFERS 1275 He was down at the Gunsmith Shop a-stuffin'' birds! Says he, My sulky''s broke. Says I, You hop right on and ride with me! I got him there.--Well, Aunty, ten days k''yores you, Sifers said, But what''s yer idy livin'' when yer jes'' as good as dead? And there''s Dave Banks--jes'' back... James Whitcomb Riley, Books, Fiction and Literature, The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley Including Poems and Prose Sketches, Many of Which Have Not Heretofore Been Published; A Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781130470178

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ... er gradin'' it ag''in. Er at the work bench, planin'' things.; er buildin'' little traps To ketch birds; galvenizin'' rings; er graftin'' plums, perhaps. Make anything! good as the best!--a gun-stock--er a flute; He whittled out a set o'' chesstmen onc''t o'' laurel root. Durin'' the Army--got his trade o'' surgeon there--I own To-day a finger-ring Doc made out of a Sesesh bone! An'' glued a fiddle onc''t fer me--jes'' all so busted you ''D ''a'' throwed the thing away, but he fixed her as 1274. DOC SIFERS And take Doc, now, in ager, say, er biles, er rheumatic, And all afflictions thataway, and he''s the best they is! Er janders--milksick--I don''t keer--k-yore anything he tries--A abscess; getherin'' in yer yeer; er granilated eyes! There was the Widder Daubenspeck they all give up fer dead; A blame cowbuncle on her neck, and clean out of her head! First had this doctor, what''s-his-name, from Pud blesburg, and then This little red-head, Burnin'' Shame they call him--Dr. Glenn. And they consulted on the case, and claimed she''d haf to die,--I jes'' was joggin'' by the place, and heerd her dorter cry, And stops and calls her to the fence; and I-says-I, Let me Send Sifers--bet you fifteen cents he''ll k-yore her! Well, says she, Light out! she says: And, lipp-tee-cut, I loped in town, and rid ''Bout two hours more to find him, but I kussed him when I did! DOC SIFERS 1275 He was down at the Gunsmith Shop a-stuffin'' birds! Says he, My sulky''s broke. Says I, You hop right on and ride with me! I got him there.--Well, Aunty, ten days k''yores you, Sifers said, But what''s yer idy livin'' when yer jes'' as good as dead? And there''s Dave Banks--jes'' back... James Whitcomb Riley, Books, Fiction and Literature, The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley Including Poems and Prose Sketches, Many of Which Have Not Heretofore Been Published; A Books>Fiction and Literature <

2012, ISBN: 1130470172

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[EAN: 9781130470178], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: . er gradin' it ag'in. Er at the work bench, planin' things.; er buildin' little traps To ketch birds; galvenizin' rings; er graftin' plums, perhaps. Make anything! good as the best!--a gun-stock--er a flute; He whittled out a set o' chesstmen onc't o' laurel root. Durin' the Army--got his trade o' surgeon there--I own To-day a finger-ring Doc made out of a Sesesh bone! An' glued a fiddle onc't fer me--jes' all so busted you 'D 'a' throwed the thing away, but he fixed her as 1274. DOC SIFERS And take Doc, now, in ager, say, er biles, er rheumatic, And all afflictions thataway, and he's the best they is! Er janders--milksick--I don't keer--k-yore anything he tries--A abscess; getherin' in yer yeer; er granilated eyes! There was the Widder Daubenspeck they all give up fer dead; A blame cowbuncle on her neck, and clean out of her head! First had this doctor, what's-his-name, from "Pud blesburg," and then This little red-head, "Burnin' Shame" they call him--Dr. Glenn. And they "consulted" on the case, and claimed she'd haf to die, --I jes' was joggin' by the place, and heerd her dorter cry, And stops and calls her to the fence; and I-says-I, "Let me Send Sifers--bet you fifteen cents he'll k-yore her!" "Well," says she, "Light out!" she says: And, lipp-tee-cut, I loped in town, and rid 'Bout two hours more to find him, but I kussed him when I did! DOC SIFERS 1275 He was down at the Gunsmith Shop a-stuffin' birds! Says he, "My sulky's broke." Says I, "You hop right on and ride with me!" I got him there.--"Well, Aunty, ten days k'yores you," Sifers said, "But what's yer idy livin' when yer jes' as good as dead?" And there's Dave Banks--jes' back from war without a sc.<