He was a rare bird; this American going on a big drunk on water
Henry puffed on his dreadnaught pipe and left the lady from Oklahoma
City to me
And he sat cross-legged
As we sat in the car he came down the street beating a snare drum
They were standing on the running board all this time with the train going forty miles an hour
"What part of the States do you Canadians come from?"
He told us what happened impersonally as one who is listening to another man's story in his own mouth
A fat man can't wear the modern American army uniform without looking like a sack of meal
He wore a scarlet coat of unimaginable vividness, a cutaway coat of glaring scarlet broadcloth
We thought he might be testing us out as potential spies