"Sausage" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... shet, an' one eye open,—dis is evah wud he said: "Lawd, look down in tendah mussy on sich generous hea'ts ez dese; Make us truly thankful, amen. Pass dat possum, ef you please!" Well, we eat and drunk ouah po'tion, 'twell dah was n't nothin' lef, An' we felt jes' like new sausage, we was mos' nigh stuffed to def! Tom, he knowed how we 'd be feelin', so he had de fiddlah 'roun', An' he made us cleah de cabin fu' to dance dat suppah down. Jim, de fiddlah, chuned his fiddle, put some rosum on his bow, ...
— The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar • Paul Laurence Dunbar
... unspeakably dirty, wore soiled tricolour scarves above their tattered breeches in token of their official status. Two of them fell on the remnants of the meagre supper and devoured everything that remained on the table—bread, cheese, a piece of home- made sausage. The others ransacked the two attic-rooms which had been home for Esther and Lucienne: the little living-room under the sloping roof, with the small hearth on which very scanty meals were wont to be cooked, and the bare, narrow room beyond, with the iron bedstead, and the palliasse on ...
— The League of the Scarlet Pimpernel • Baroness Orczy
... of the vessels following exposure to cold. It is more apt to happen in young, anaemic women. Chilblains usually disappear during warm weather. Scratching, friction, or the severity of the attack may lead to the appearance of blisters and sores. In severe cases the fingers and toes present a sausage-like appearance, ...
— The Home Medical Library, Volume I (of VI) • Various
... beggared if I could find him. 'I'll not lave this place (p. 078) till I do,' I says to meself, and spent half the nights I was there prowlin' round like a dog at a fair with my eyes open for the sniper. I came on his post wan night. I smelt him out because he didn't bury his sausage skins as we do, and they stunk like the hole of hell when an ould greasy sinner is a-fryin'. In I went to his sandbagged castle, with me gun on the cock and me finger on the trigger, but he wasn't there; there was nothin' in the place but a few rounds of ball ...
— The Red Horizon • Patrick MacGill
... life." "Oh, bother your direct relation to life!" she used to reply, for she was always annoyed by the phrase—which would not in the least prevent her from using it when she wished to try for style. With no more prejudices than an old sausage-mill, she would give forth again with patient punctuality any poor verbal scrap that had been dropped into her. I cheered her with saying that the dark day, at the end, would be for the like of ME; inasmuch as, going in our small way by experience and observation, we depended not on ...
— Greville Fane • Henry James
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