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" Jo waited with all the patience of the Indian cross which browned his skin and blackened his long, straight hair. What he thought of the prospect did not matter, nor would he tell — his kind never do until after it is all over. All he wanted out of... "
Sporting Sketches - Page 360
by Edwyn Sandys - 1905 - 389 pages
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Outing; Sport, Adventure, Travel, Fiction, Volume 39

Caspar Whitney, Albert Britt - Sports - 1902
...the North, but that day he would cast no velvet shadows for us. "Well, wot ye tink?" inquired Joe. I hardly knew what to say. Something in the feel of...wanted— the ptarmigan in its full winter plumage. Joe waited with all the patience of the Indian cross which browned his skin and blackened his long,...
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Outing, Volume 39

Sports - 1902
...the North, but that day he would cast no velvet shadows for us. "Well, wot ye link?" inquired Joe. I hardly knew what to say. Something in the feel of...wanted — the ptarmigan in its full winter plumage. Joe waited with all the patience of the Indian cross which browned his skin and blackened his long,...
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Upland Game Birds

Edwyn Sandys, Theodore Strong Van Dyke - Game and game-birds - 1902 - 429 pages
...the North, but that day he would cast no velvet shadows for us. " Well, wot ye tink ? " inquired Joe. I hardly knew what to say. Something in the feel of...twelve-gauge had not spoken to the game I particularly desired, the ptarmigan in its full winter plumage. Joe waited with all the patience of the Indian cross...
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A Book of Winter Sports: An Attempt to Catch the Spirit of the Keen Joys of ...

J. C. Dier - Winter sports - 1912 - 351 pages
...wonderful brilliancy of the North, but that day he would cast no velvet shadows for us. "Well, wot you tink?" inquired Jo. I hardly knew what to say. Something...wanted, — the ptarmigan in its full winter plumage. Jo waited with all the patience of the Indian cross which browned his skin and blackened his long,...
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