So I jest sot
down and took a standing-up snack and started.
It 'uz pow'ful hot, deckhan's en roustabouts 'uz sprawled aroun' asleep on de fo'cas'l', de second mate, Jim Bangs, he sot
dah on de bitts wid his head down, asleep--'ca'se dat's de way de second mate stan' de cap'n's watch
If there is one character,' said Mrs Varden with great emphasis, 'that offends and disgusts me more than another, it is a sot
The lost prospect of a journey as sole passenger with this quarrelsome sot
was not one to mourn over.
That you're a fool, que vous etes un sot
, but everybody knew that.
That popular fable of the sot
who was picked up dead drunk in the street, carried to the duke's house, washed and dressed and laid in the duke's bed, and, on his waking, treated with all obsequious ceremony like the duke, and assured that he had been insane, owes its popularity to the fact that it symbolizes so well the state of man, who is in the world a sort of sot
, but now and then wakes up, exercises his reason and finds himself a true prince.
And at last, sure enough, all the circus men could do, the horse broke loose, and away he went like the very nation, round and round the ring, with that sot
laying down on him and hanging to his neck, with first one leg hanging most to the ground on one side, and then t'other one on t'other side, and the people just crazy.
At dawn they rose, but now they were very tired and berries were few, sot
hat by midday they were spent.
SHE never showed such disrespect to HER husband: and as for affection, wives never think of that now-a-days, she supposes: but things were different in HER time--as if there was any good to be done by staying in the room, when he does nothing but grumble and scold when he's in a bad humour, talk disgusting nonsense when he's in a good one, and go to sleep on the sofa when he's too stupid for either; which is most frequently the case now, when he has nothing to do but to sot
over his wine.
Their father, old Abram Booth, was a disgusting old sot
Dat ar was conscience, Andy; when I thought of gwine arter Lizy, I railly spected Mas'r was sot
But in the saloons, even the sots
, stupefied, sprawling across the tables or in the sawdust, were objects of mystery and wonder.