"Here's another. Do you remember----? Do you remember----?" Oh, it allcomes back again like a flash. Tom hasn't changed a bit; just the samegood-hearted, jolly idiot he always was. Old times back again! "It'sjust like old times," says Tom, after three or four more drinks.。， "And pretty soon we could see that Bill was in great trouble about ithimself. You see, he didn't know it was himself--thought it was anotherrooster challenging him, and he wanted badly to find that other bird.He would get up on the wood-heap, and crow and listen--crow and listenagain--crow and listen, and then he'd go up to the top of the paddock,and get up on the stack, and crow and listen there. Then down to theother end of the paddock, and get up on a mullock-heap, and crow andlisten there. Then across to the other side and up on a log among thesaplings, and crow 'n' listen some more. He searched all over the placefor that other rooster, but, of course, couldn't find him. Sometimeshe'd be out all day crowing and listening all over the country, and thencome home dead tired, and rest and cool off in a hole that the hens hadscratched for him in a damp place under the water-cask sledge.
"Here, Smith," said Steelman, handing him the bottle, "drink it, oldman; you want it. It wasn't altogether your fault; it was an oversightof mine. I didn't bargain for a woman of that kind, and, of course, YOUcouldn't be expected to think of it. Drink it! Drink it down, Smith.I'll manage to work the oracle before this night is out."。，
。， Peter must have been very lonely and low-spirited at times. A youngor unmarried man can form new ties, and even make new sweethearts ifnecessary, but Peter's heart was with his wife and little ones at home,and they were mortgaged, as it were, to Dame Fortune. Peter had to liftthis mortgage off.
。， And when we saw the last of Peter's face setting like a good-humouredsun on the top of Cobb and Co.'s, a great feeling of discontent andloneliness came over all our hearts. Little Nelse, who had been Peter'sfavourite, went round behind the pig-stye, where none might disturb him,and sat down on the projecting end of a trough to "have a cry", in hisusual methodical manner. But old "Alligator Desolation", the dog, hadsuspicions of what was up, and, hearing the sobs, went round to offerwhatever consolation appertained to a damp and dirty nose and a pair ofludicrously doleful yellow eyes.
His arms fell, and his face went white. I got the water-bag. "Anotherturn like that and you'll be gone," I thought, as he came to again. ThenI suddenly thought of a shanty that had been started, when I came thatway last, ten or twelve miles along the road, towards the town. Therewas nothing for it but to leave him and ride on for help, and a cart ofsome kind.。，
。， "We seize our tin plate from the pile, knife and fork from thecandle-box, and crowd round the camp-oven to jab out lean chops, dry aschips, boiled in fat. Chops or curry-and-rice. There is some growlingand cursing. We slip into our places without removing our hats. There'sno time to hunt for mislaid hats when the whistle goes. Row of hatbrims, level, drawn over eyes, or thrust back--according to charactersor temperaments. Thrust back denotes a lucky absence of brains, I fancy.Row of forks going up, or jabbing, or poised, loaded, waiting for lastmouthful to be bolted.
， "So do you with landladies! But never mind--let me finish the yarn. Whenshe thought she'd splashed enough, she'd get out, wipe her feet, washher face and hands, and carefully unbutton the two top buttons of hergown; then throw a towel over her head and shoulders, and listen at thedoor till she thought she heard some of the men moving about. Thenshe'd start for her room, and, if she met one of the men-boarders in thepassage or on the stairs, she'd drop her eyes, and pretend to see forthe first time that the top of her dressing-gown wasn't buttoned--andshe'd give a little start and grab the gown and scurry off to her roombuttoning it up.。， "'Yer rooster knocked the stuffin' out of my rooster, but I bear nomalice. 'Twas a grand foight.'