It is not assuming too much to affirm that the ladies themselves were hardly so ladylike as Thomas Bullfrog.
Bullfrog and I came together as a unit, we took two seats in the stage-coach and began our journey towards my place of business.
Bullfrog," repeated she, "you must not disarrange my curls.
Bullfrog," said my wife, coolly taking the basket from my hands and replacing it on the front seat.
Bullfrog alive, nor, though I looked very sharply about the coach, could I detect any traces of that beloved woman's dead body.
Bullfrog, with her glossy ringlets curling on her brow, and two rows of orient pearls gleaming between her parted lips, which wore a most angelic smile.
Bullfrog," replied my wife, sweetly, "I thought all the world knew that
One of them claimed to have done wonders with an iron hoop and a file in 1867; a second had a marvellous table with glass legs; a third swore that he had made a telephone in 1860, but did not know what it was until he saw Bell's patent; and a fourth told a vivid story of having heard a bullfrog
croak via a telegraph wire which was strung into a certain cellar in Racine, in 1851.
This is the way it goes: Bullfrog
95, Dixie 16, Golden Anchor 65, Gold Mountain 13, Jim Butler 70, Jumbo 75, North Star 42, Rescue 7, Black Butte 75, Brown Hope 16, Iron Top 3.
Ah, if I had only known then that he was only a common mortal, and that his mission had nothing more overpowering about it than the collecting of seeds and uncommon yams and extraordinary cabbages and peculiar bullfrogs
for that poor, useless, innocent, mildewed old fossil the Smithsonian Institute, I would have felt so much relieved.
Not a sound anywheres -- perfectly still -- just like the whole world was asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs
In the mean-while all the shore rang with the trump of bullfrogs
, the sturdy spirits of ancient wine-bibbers and wassailers, still unrepentant, trying to sing a catch in their Stygian lake -- if the Walden nymphs will pardon the comparison, for though there are almost no weeds, there are frogs there -- who would fain keep up the hilarious rules of their old festal tables, though their voices have waxed hoarse and solemnly grave, mocking at mirth, and the wine has lost its flavor, and become only liquor to distend their paunches, and sweet intoxication never comes to drown the memory of the past, but mere saturation and waterloggedness and distention.