Over against a London house, a corner house not far from Cavendish Square, a man with a wooden leg
had sat for some years, with his remaining foot in a basket in cold weather, picking up a living on this wise:--Every morning at eight o'clock, he stumped to the corner, carrying a chair, a clothes-horse, a pair of trestles, a board, a basket, and an umbrella, all strapped together.
and, faith, I'll drink a health to thy wooden leg
for that word.
Look at wooden legs
. If there was only one man with a wooden leg
what a property he'd be!'
Over a door in this wall was a board with SALEM HousE upon it; and through a grating in this door we were surveyed when we rang the bell by a surly face, which I found, on the door being opened, belonged to a stout man with a bull-neck, a wooden leg
, overhanging temples, and his hair cut close all round his head.
Has a wooden leg
; finds a wooden leg
expensive, going over the stones; used to wear second-hand wooden legs
, and drink a glass of hot gin-and-water regularly every night--sometimes two (deep sighs).
Crutches, wooden legs
, artificial arms, steel hooks, caoutchouc jaws, silver craniums, platinum noses, were all to be found in the collection; and it was calculated by the great statistician Pitcairn that throughout the Gun Club there was not quite one arm between four persons and two legs between six.
Its hoofs, or rather the ends of its wooden legs
, were shod with plates of solid gold, and the saddle strapped to the wooden body was richly embroidered and glistened with jewels.
Our father would never tell us what it was he feared, but he had a most marked aversion to men with wooden legs
. On one occasion he actually fired his revolver at a wooden-legged man, who proved to be a harmless tradesman canvassing for orders.
The Sawhorse wore wooden shoes to keep his wooden legs
from wearing away, and he was strong and swift.
The Saw-Horse paid no attention whatever to this command, and the next instant brought one of his wooden legs
down upon Tip's foot so forcibly that the boy danced away in pain to a safer distance, from where he again yelled:
The ends of the wooden legs
were shod with plates of solid gold, and the saddle of the Princess Ozma, which was of red leather set with sparkling diamonds, was strapped to the clumsy body.
When old Simon Bradstreet took the place of the tyrant Andros I joined in the general huzza, and capered on my wooden legs