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Re: Contributions of Dick Odell
Mon, 2 Oct 2006 20:28:46 +0200
The painters effort was all in vain................??
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Frozen to Death Or the Cottage on the Hill CHAPTER III
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:07 +0100
CHAPTER III.
A change had taken place in the atmosphere since Bessy and Abe had
returned. Here and there green patches could be seen on the hill side,
and the distant town presented a view of smoke-blackened roofs that
shone, dripping with wet as the sickly' sun glanced over them. Little or
no snow was to be ...
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Frozen to Death Or the Cottage on the Hill CHAPTER II
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:07 +0100
CHAPTER II.
It is night, and the wind is sighing itself away. The snow has ceased to
fall, and the moon looks down upon the hills in their spotless covering,
shedding her soft, mild light upon all. The little cottage on the hill
side would be imperceptible, were it not for the light that streams
through the w ...
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Frozen to Death Or the Cottage on the Hill CHAPTER I
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:06 +0100
Frozen to Death
Or the Cottage on the Hill.
A Christmas Story.
CHAPTER I.
The last strain of the grand old Christmas hymn had just been warbled
forth from the throats and hearts of a number of happy folks, who were
seated around the blazing log one Christmas eve; and on the face of each
one of that ...
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"Owd Tommy."
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:05 +0100
"Owd Tommy."
(A Yorkshire Sketch.)
Of all the seasons of the year,--that portion when winter treads upon
the skirts of the retiring autumn, always seems to me to be most deeply
fraught with sorrowful associations. A few short weeks before, one has
beheld the year in stately pride, loaded with blessings, a ...
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Th' Battle o' Tawkin
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:04 +0100
Th' Battle o' Tawkin.
"Tha'rt a liar if iver ther wor one! An' that's a hard thing to say, but
aw wodn't hang a cat o' thi word! It's as sure yor Alick 'at's brokken
awr winder, as awm standin here, an' tha knows it too!"
"Aw say it isn't awr Alick, for he's niver been aat 'oth' haase this
blessed day! Th ...
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Nay Fer Sewer!
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:03 +0100
Nay Fer Sewer!
Nay fer sewer!" sed Betty Longtongue, as Sally Jibjab had finished
tellin her 'at one o' th' neighbor's husband's had getten turned off.
"Well, awm capt he didn't get seck'd long sin, for they tell me he wor
niver liked amang th' work fowk, an' awm sure aw've seen him go in to
his wark monny ...
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Tha Caps me Nah!
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:03 +0100
Tha Caps me Nah!
"Has ta heeard th' news?"
"Niver a word! What's up?"
"Old Duke's getten wed."
"Nay, tha caps me nah! An' who's th' gurt maddlin getten wed to? Awst ha
thowt he'd gettin to old to do that."
"He's wed Mary o' Nathan's o'th' Sludge Hoil."
"Well, tha does cap me nah! Why, he's old e ...
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Th' New Schooil Booard
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:02 +0100
Th' New Schooil Booard.
In a village not very far from where I am now sitting, and in the
principal street, (for it was the only one,) was situated an
old-fashioned hostelry where nightly all the Solomons of the district
used to congregate. The room they occupied was a large kitchen, the
floor of which was ...
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Tinklin' Tom
Mon, 02 Oct 2006 16:23:01 +0100
Tinklin' Tom.
Some time ago I was accidentally thrown into the im company of a number
of workmen, who were just wondering how to pass the remainder of the
dinner hour agreeably; and, as they were all indulging in the favourite
after dinner pipe, with one exception, it was proposed that this one,
whom they c ...
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