He seized me by the right leg and tried to lift me up, carry me out. I pushed his head back by hooking my fingers under his nose, like a prong.
Then I grabbed him by the seat of the britches and heaved. And they burst clean up the back like a bean pod....
Unexpectedly Hank flopped on the bench and began to shout with laughter....
My heavy, artificial breathing, like a bellows, for the sake of oxygenating more strength into my muscles, had struck him as being so ludicrous, that he was in high good humour. I joined in the laughter, struck in the same way.
"I surrender, Razorre, and I'll promise to be decent at the table—you skinny, crazy, old poet!"
And he rumbled and thundered again with Brobdingnagian mirth.
Back from the lumber camp. Comparatively milder weather, but still the farmers we passed on the road were startled by my summery attire. But by this time the lumber-jacks and I were on terms of proven friendship ... I had told them yarns, and had listened to their yarns, in turn ... the stories of their lives ... and their joys and troubles....
I was reported to Spalton as having been a first-rate cook.
I went to work in the bindery again.