B-a-a, like a sheep goes.

"KazanKazanKa-a-a-a-zan!"

Four strokes in duplicate on the ship's bell, then the call: "Eight bells and a-a-all's well!" Lanyard muttered: "No idea it was so late.

I sh-sh-should do an errand to her f-f-from my Lord of Gloucester; but, a-a-and she be in K-Kent, I'll send it by you.

A-a-and you be his la-lady, you are the La-Lady Fau-Fauconbridge, the Earl of Glo-Gloster's sister.

But what was that sound,that long-drawn, jubilant sound that suddenly rang over and above the dance music? "Ta-ra, ta-ra, ta-ra-a-a-a," rang the clear, piercing notes; and out from halls and offices and parlors came a little flock of folk to see that most interesting of arrivals at a summer resort,a coaching-party.

But what was that sound,that long-drawn, jubilant sound that suddenly rang over and above the dance music? "Ta-ra, ta-ra, ta-ra-a-a-a," rang the clear, piercing notes; and out from halls and offices and parlors came a little flock of folk to see that most interesting of arrivals at a summer resort,a coaching-party.

"Ta-ra, ta-ra, ta-ra-a-a-a," wound the coach horn; and up the carriage drive rattled a superb vehicle, drawn by four superb gray horses.

"Ah-ya-ya-oo-aroo-yung-ung-loy-a-a-ya oo-chu-a-oy-ah-ohay-tching!"

It said: "Heavy attack is developing and being pressed strongly on our center a-a-a.[Footnote:

That woman is going to last forever; ha-a-a-a!even longer!" (1880).

My wife's a W-A-A-C, by Jule Styne & Kim Gannon.

My wife's a W-A-A-C. SEE Styne, Jule.

'KaKaKa-a-a-ah!'

Gently away tra-a-a-at.

The prairie chickens now became the musicians of the morning and evening on the uplands, with their wild and intense and almost insane chorus, repeated over and over until it seemed as if the meaning of it must be forced upon every mind like a figure in music played with greatening power by a violinist so that the heart finally almost breaks with it"Ka-a-a-a-a-a, ka, ka, ka, ka!

The prairie chickens now became the musicians of the morning and evening on the uplands, with their wild and intense and almost insane chorus, repeated over and over until it seemed as if the meaning of it must be forced upon every mind like a figure in music played with greatening power by a violinist so that the heart finally almost breaks with it"Ka-a-a-a-a-a, ka, ka, ka, ka!

Again, and again, the sound of the flute would be interrupted, and a gurgling cry of "qu-a-a-ck" be heard.

"He looks a stout and be-e-e-fy o-o-old fel-low, this A-a-a-bot of St. Omer, don't you think?

A-a-a-men!"

As it was in the beginning, is now, ever shall be, world without end, A-a-a-men!"

"A-a-a-ll ri-" and Chantay Seeche Red was in the land of dreams.

So I says: "'Y-a-a-s?' in a tone of voice to put out a bonfire.

Pipple talk about de Boulignys, de Sauvés, de Grandprès, de Lemoynes, de St. Maxents,bla-a-a!

I was waked early on the following morning by the jubilant music of "Oh, Su-san'-na-a-a, don't ye cry for me!" and crawling out of the tent I surprised one of our native boatmen in the very act of drumming on a frying-pan and yelling out joyously: "Litenin' struck de telegraf, Killed two thousand niggers; Shut my eyes to hole my breff, Su-san'-na-a-a, don't ye cry!"