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Virginian 5: Schucks! You’re a false alarm.at false alarm, n.1
Virginian 5: Schucks! You’re a false alarm. Virginian 160: Why, yu’ coon-bossed face towel.at coon-assed, adj.
Virginian 108: Why, if it ain’t Bokay Baldy! [...] Found them slippers yet, Baldy.at baldy, n.
Virginian 65: I was likely to find nothing but the eternal ‘sowbelly,’ beans, and coffee.at sow-belly, n.
Virginian 85: They are always big talkers on Bear Creek.at big talk, v.
Virginian 5: That corn-fed biscuit-shooter.at biscuit shooter (n.) under biscuit, n.1
Virginian 160: Yu’ dude-inhabited hot-box! Why, yu’ coon-bossed face-towel —.at hot box, n.2
Virginian 20: He’s one of those box-head jokers.at boxheaded (adj.) under box, n.1
Virginian 85: I am not crybabying to the judge.at crybaby, v.
Virginian 184: Oh, let’s grub first.at grub, v.1
Virginian 272: I was fooling round the earth, jumping from job to job, and helling all over town between whiles.at hell, v.
Virginian 118: ‘Here’s how!’ said he [...] And they pledged each other in the tin cups.at here’s how!, excl.
Virginian 160: I could take yu’ out ten yards in the brush and lose yu’ in ten seconds, you spangle-roofed hobo!at hobo, n.
Virginian 114: ‘Salute your honey!’ called the first fiddler. All partners bowed to each other.at honey, n.1
Virginian 150: ‘And beefsteak, rare.’ ‘One slaughter in the pan, and let the blood drip!’.at slaughter in the pan, n.
Virginian 188: Trampus put the josh on him.at put the josh on (v.) under josh, n.1
Virginian 150: ‘Coffee an’ no milk,’ said the Virginian. ‘Draw one in the dark!’ the colonel roared.at one in the dark (n.) under one, n.1
Virginian 128: He asked his Monte horse a question. ‘Do yu’ reckon she’ll have forgotten you too, you pie-biter?’.at pie-eater (n.) under pie, n.
Virginian 188: Trampas made an awful bad play then.at make a play (v.) under play, n.
Virginian 111: Stand on your laigs, you polecat, and say you’re a liar!at polecat, n.
Virginian 110: ‘Riding and shooting and kissing the kids,’ sneered Trampas. ‘That’s a heap too pussy-kitten for me.’.at pussycat, adj.
Virginian 29: He has handed Trampas the choice to back down or draw his steel.at steel, n.
Virginian 150: ‘I’ll have some fried aiggs,’ said the Virginian. ‘Cooked both sides.’ ‘White wings!’ sang the colonel through the hole. ‘Let ’em fly up and down.’.at white wings, n.
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