Seeing that you go from town to town, I ween you can outdo a poor country yokel
I would see one of the clumsy bovine-creatures who worked the launch treading heavily through the undergrowth, and find myself asking, trying hard to recall, how he differed from some really human yokel
trudging home from his mechanical labours; or I would meet the Fox-bear woman's vulpine, shifty face, strangely human in its speculative cunning, and even imagine I had met it before in some city byway.
I have a notion that I sat there staring and listening like a yokel
at a play.
In simple taste and homely inclination this much-travelled map was more simple and homely than the veriest yokel
And, translating the word yokel
for the benefit of the ladies, I apprehend your meaning to be, that this attempt was not made by a countryman?
Well, if a lot of mysterious niggers armed with all kinds of fearful weapons sud- denly took to traveling on the road between Deal and Gravesend, catching the yokels
right and left to carry heavy loads for them, I fancy every farm and cottage thereabouts would get empty very soon.
But yet I was a bit sorry for them, because I half believe they slunk into our little empty bar because each of them had a slight deformity; the sort of thing that some yokels
bawling in front of their booths, and yokels
looking up at the tinselled dancers and poor old rouged tumblers, while the light-fingered folk are operating upon their pockets behind.
AND the BBC piddling away PS12million on a Cornish tourism film (Poldark) with laughable yokel
jargon: "Ain't no call to accuse us, Mr Ross.
They were: Bill Abright, Steve Allen, Arthur Gonzalez, Michelle Gregor, Susannah Israel, Margaret Keelan, Marc Lancet, Lisa Reinertson, Richard Shaw, Fred Yokel
, and Wanxin Zhang.
As well as directing, Wheatley demonstrated a great skill in quick change and varying persona and accents in the roles of Bartolo and Antonio, the latter as a country yokel
, with Martin Quinn also in two roles, a rather viciously camp Basilio and stammering Don Curzio.
Their Heart Of Nowhere is situated somewhere between the Mumfords' gentrified yokel
pop and Coldplay's stadium rousers.