ISBN: 1231331046

Paperback, [EAN: 9781231331040], RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Book, [PU: RareBooksClub.com], RareBooksClub.com, This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purch… More...

Paperback, [EAN: 9781231331040], RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Book, [PU: RareBooksClub.com], RareBooksClub.com, 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: ...all so busted you 'D 'a' throwed the thing away, but he fixed her as good as new I 1274 DOC SIFERS And take Doc, now, in ager, say, er biles, er rheumatiz, 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 scratch--one day Got ketched up in a sickle-bar, a reaper runaway.--His shoulders, arms, and hands and legs jes' sawed in strips! And Jake Dunn starts fer Sifers--feller begs to shoot him fer God-sake. Doc, 'course, was gone, but he had penned the notice, "At Big BearBe back to-morry; Gone to 'tend the Bee Convention there." But Jake, he tracked him--rid and rode the whole endurin' nig..., 9966, United States, 10159391011, African American, 10159392011, Asian American, 10159394011, Hispanic American, 10159395011, Native American, 10159384011, Regional & Cultural, 10248, Poetry, 17, Literature & Fiction, 1000, Subjects, 283155, Books, 10132, Literary, 17, Literature & Fiction, 1000, Subjects, 283155, Books<

2012, ISBN: 1231331046

[EAN: 9781231331040], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … More...

[EAN: 9781231331040], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English 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: .all so busted you D a throwed the thing away, but he fixed her as good as new I 1274 DOC SIFERS And take Doc, now, in ager, say, er biles, er rheumatiz, 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 scratch--one day Got ketched up in a sickle-bar, a reaper runaway.--His shoulders, arms, and hands and legs jes sawed in strips! And Jake Dunn starts fer Sifers--feller begs to shoot him fer God-sake. Doc, course, was gone, but he had penned the notice, At Big BearBe back to-morry; Gone to tend the Bee Convention there. But Jake, he tracked him--rid and rode the whole endurin nig.<

ISBN: 9781231331040

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