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The Bushrangers choose

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[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 332: I saw the old hag, drunk as a lord, in a station house.
at drunk as (a)..., adj.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 331: Deuced pretty girl, but rather airy for one who don’t know more than she does.
at airy, adj.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 15: ‘I’m ready,’ he answered; ‘but it’s an all-fired dodge, to leave home; now ain’t it?’.
at all-fired, adj.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 319: I’se seen ’em as thick as two thieves at Smith’s.
at ...thieves under thick as..., adj.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 120: Avast with your blarney [...] I don’t want to hear it.
at avast!, excl.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 19: ‘You hear him,’ cried Hopeful, with staring eyes. ‘You can’t get that ’backer on shore. Don’t you attempt it.’.
at bacca, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 96: ‘You served me a mean trick last night. It’s your skull I should crush for it.’ ‘Bah! Talk such nonsense to the marines.’.
at bah!, excl.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 288: ‘And yer vont shoot at me?’ ‘Not while you are talking with us.’ ‘Vell, then I vont bang at you.’.
at bang, v.2
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 292: Vot is it about money? Can yer talk big about the shiners?
at talk big (v.) under big, adv.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 340: Out of this, you gallus-bird, afore I locks yer up.
at gallows-bird, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 298: Men of the bush had but little respect for each other, and were not fond of what they called ‘blab’.
at blab, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 220: Don’t come blarnyin’ round me, or ye’ll feel me fut in a place ye won’t like.
at blarney, v.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 134: You is sure that you isn’t a spy? that you didn’t come here to see what you could see, and then go off and blart like a bloody sheep?
at blart, v.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 85: ‘Fact of it is,’ continued his lordship [...] ‘the opposition persist in calling me a blockhead.’.
at blockhead, n.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 316: Yer old friends stood yer in good need [...] and ye must recollect ’em the next time they comes round the station. If they wants a few bones, give’em, and don’t be mean about it.
at bone, n.4
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 379: Bosh! don’t talk in that way. We are not to be blarneyed by such as you.
at bosh!, excl.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 425: I’d serve you a trick that would repay me for all the sufferings I now endure. But Mad Dick’s time is almost up, and what’s the use of his bouncing?
at bounce, v.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 135: [of bushrangers] ‘You can’t go there now [...] It’s thirty miles from here, and the boys is all along the road [...] and it’s rough treatment they’d give you.’.
at boys, the, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 63: Doland arose from the floor in a sulky manner, and held out his hands. ‘I suppose you want to put the bracelets on me, captain.’ [...] The handcuffs closed on the man’s wrists.
at bracelets, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 402: The regular John Bull style of contempt for an inferior.
at John Bull, adj.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 117: ‘This,’ he said, ‘looks like business. Here we are once more on the war path, and may luck favor us.’.
at look like business (v.) under business, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 93: A proud curl of her lip was the response to the compliment; but her words were coarse as she replied, ‘None of your chaff, for I don’t want it.’.
at chaff, n.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 421: Come, just be a little reasonable, my chicken.
at chicken, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 215: Look here, my chicken [...] if you but hurt a hair of those men’s heads, I’ll send a bullet through your body.
at chicken, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 317: ‘We is in a tight box this time,’ Hackett said; ‘but I have known sicker children than we is to live!’.
at child, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 341: ‘Out with him,’ roared the governor, and pointed at me. ‘Chuck him out.’.
at chuck out, v.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 99: ‘Then you likes the looks of my little lass, do you?’ ‘She is a clipper,’ I replied [...] ‘She is very beautiful.’.
at clipper, n.2
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 420: The old cock was in Melbourne, a lookin’ for yer, and a huntin’ up things.
at old cock, n.
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 14: My new-found friend acknowledged that some parties had made fortunes through his aid. ‘But they don’t come it any more, I’ll be goll darned if they do,’ cried Hopeful.
at come it, v.1
[US] W.H. Thomes Bushrangers 276: When I cry baby, you jist sot me down as a poor coot, and unworthy the great state that I represent.
at coot, n.1
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