Showing posts with label plough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plough. Show all posts
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Suspicious agricultural activity
I’ve told you my score against Gordon-Cumming — a natural detestation of his supercilious vanity, his unconcealed dislike of me, above all the suspicion that he’d ploughed with my heifer . . .
Flashman and the Tiger, p.240, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Too thick to drink

I remember what Sam Grant said about it [the Mississippi River] : ‘Too thick to drink and too thin to plough. It stinks.’ Not that he’d have drunk it anyway, unless it had been pure corn liquor from Cairo down.
Flash For Freedom!, pp.164-65, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.
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Ulysses S.Grant,
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