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‘Whistling Dick’s Christmas Stocking’ in Roads of Destiny (1914) 231: Dat man [...] is a dead ringer for Boston Harry. I’ll try him wit’ de high sign.at high sign, n.
‘Whistling Dick’s Christmas Stocking’ in Roads of Destiny (1914) 231: Dat man [...] is a dead ringer for Boston Harry. I’ll try him wit’ de high sign. Roads of Destiny 268: I see now what a little, rag-tag, bob-tail, gotch-eared department I’ve been put in charge of.at rag, tag and bobtail, n.
Roads of Destiny 132: You better say Miller and Gonzales, owners, and ordinary plain, Billy-be-damned old Samuel K. Boone, skipper.at billy-be-damned, adj.
Roads of Destiny 162: Unlock him at seven in the morning, and let him come to the bull-pen.at bullpen, n.
Roads of Destiny 269: Here’s the old bushwhacker and cowpuncher that your father has helped out of scrapes time and time again.at bushwhacker, n.1
Roads of Destiny 97: The precarious busted flush.at busted flush, n.
Roads of Destiny 350: That’s why you see me cake-walking with the ex-rebs to the illegitimate tune about ’simmon-seeds and cotton’.at cakewalk, v.
Roads of Destiny 202: How the jumping rattlesnakes did that get there?at jumping cats!, excl.
Roads of Destiny 132: Here comes that capstanfooted lubber with the chewin’.at chewing, n.
Roads of Destiny 97: Jeeming Christopher!at Christopher!, excl.
Roads of Destiny 306: I’m going to have the biggest clam-bake down on the beach.at clambake, n.
Roads of Destiny 202: You blankety-blank, flop-eared, sheepheaded coyote.at coyote, n.
Roads of Destiny 350: I could n’t have whispered a single cuss-word about my native land.at cuss-word (n.) under cuss, n.2
Roads of Destiny 99: ‘She cut the mustard,’ he said, ‘all right.’.at cut the mustard, v.
Roads of Destiny 96: Dang my hide!at dang, v.
Roads of Destiny 354: You ’ve got to back up against th’ ’dobe, old man. [...] You’re to be stood against a ’dobe wall and shot in two or three weeks.at dobe-wall, v.
Roads of Destiny 202: You blankety-blank, flop-eared, sheepheaded coyote.at lop-eared, adj.
Roads of Destiny 143: He drew from under his left arm his pearl-handled .45.at forty-five, n.
Roads of Destiny 261: His long-tailed ‘frock’ made him not the least imposing of the official family.at frock, n.1
Roads of Destiny 306: ‘Great sky-rockets!’ says Denver.at great guns! (excl.) under great...!, excl.
Roads of Destiny 164: Jimmy had to take a seltzer-and-milk on the spot. He never touched ‘hard’ drinks.at hard, adj.
Roads of Destiny 371: Is n’t this just the hell-roaringest time we ever had in our lives?at hell-roaring (adj.) under hell, n.
Roads of Destiny 340: There comes in a party of these high-rollers that are always hunting up new places to eat in and poke fun at.at high roller, n.
Roads of Destiny 102: [name of a horse] Lonny mounted Hot Tamales, the accomplished little beast prancing with fire and intelligence.at hot tamale, n.
Roads of Destiny 223: He wore a high, well-kept silk hat – known as a ‘plug’ in Elmville.at plug, n.4
Roads of Destiny 135: I got into a little gun frolic down in Laredo and plugged a white man.at plug, v.1
Roads of Destiny 210: He was some pumpkin both in politics and colour.at some pumpkins (n.) under pumpkin, n.
Roads of Destiny 368: I’m feeling just like having one more rip-roaring razoo with you for the sake of old times.at razzle, n.
Roads of Destiny 350: That’s why you see me cake-walking with the ex-rebs to the illegitimate tune about ’simmon-seeds and cotton.at Reb, n.
Roads of Destiny 342: ‘Ripping,’ says the swell young man.at ripping!, excl.
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