He meant to rob." I tell you, however, that his soul wanted blood, not booty: he thirsted for the happiness of the knife!
"What matter about blood!" it said; "wishest thou not, at least, to make booty thereby?
Yet so strict were the laws of their society, that no one ventured to appropriate any part of the
booty, which was brought into one common mass, to be at the disposal of their leader.
He had not flown far, however, when he came across a dog who, having met the sausage, had regarded him as his legitimate
booty, and so seized and swallowed him.
Hence, we are told, is derived their name, given to them on account of their unsettled and predatory habits; winging their flight, like the crows, from one side of the mountains to the other, and making free
booty of everything that lies in their way.
Only the lean little Mary, trussed for the cooking, staring through her wide eyes of fear, saw the boy pick Jerry up by his tied legs and carry him out and away from the
booty of meat of which she was part.
It so happened that the chief of the Blackfeet party was a renegade from the Nez Perces; unlike Kosato, however, he had no vindictive rage against his native tribe, but was rather disposed, now he had got the
booty, to spare all unnecessary effusion of blood.
Thither converges all the
booty captured in the battles which the chiefs of the interior are continually fighting.
The huntsmen assembled with their
booty and their stories, and all came to look at the wolf, which, with her broad-browed head hanging down and the bitten stick between her jaws, gazed with great glassy eyes at this crowd of dogs and men surrounding her.
It was my mistrust of you which made me send men after you both through the bush, and, sure enough, they found poor Monty abandoned, left to die while you had hastened off to claim your
booty. After that I had adventures enough of my own for a bit and I lost sight of you until I came across you and your gang road-making, and I am bound to admit that you saved my life.
Then she fluttered feathers, went a flying off again, With her
booty flew, brought it to the sailor, From an olive tree a twig, right into his hands Brought the blade of green.
John Street; her
booty made at the fire, and again at Harwich, all give us excellent warnings in such cases to be more present to ourselves in sudden surprises of every sort.