There is a great quantity of eating and drinking, making love and jilting, laughing and the contrary, smoking, cheating, fighting, dancing and fiddling; there are bullies pushing about, bucks ogling the women, knaves picking pockets, policemen on the look-out, quacks (OTHER quacks, plague take them!) 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.
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
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.
When I returned from throwing them overside, he was talking to Harrison, whose honest yokel
's face was filled with fascination and wonder.
In simple taste and homely inclination this much-travelled map was more simple and homely than the veriest yokel
. Seventy-one years his father was, and had never slept a night out of his own bed in his own house on Island McGill.
Seeing that you go from town to town, I ween you can outdo a poor country yokel
I have a notion that I sat there staring and listening like a yokel
at a play.
'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?' said Mr.
'I can't say, for certain, till I see the work, of course,' said Blathers; 'but my opinion at once is,--I don't mind committing myself to that extent,--that this wasn't done by a yokel; eh, Duff?'
The Manila yokels
, some with their children along, were of course captivated by the comely and personable dancers.
Suddenly, the beast starts attacking humans, and some trigger-happy yokels
seem to be helping it.
If, of course, the over-arching master plan is to make it so unpleasant for us country yokels
to drive to town that we don't do it, let the authorities know that it's becoming ever more attractive to buy from Amazon rather than the poor shopkeepers in town.