Then there's another kind of bug
that burrows under your fingernails, and if you don't get 'em out, your fingers drop off.
Queer little red bugs
came out and moved in slow squadrons around me.
For instance, those people had inherited the idea that all men without title and a long pedigree, whether they had great natural gifts and acquirements or hadn't, were creatures of no more consideration than so many animals, bugs
, insects; whereas I had inherited the idea that human daws who can consent to masquerade in the peacock-shams of inherited dignities and un- earned titles, are of no good but to be laughed at.
The sand began to work, and presently a small black bug
appeared for a second and then darted under again in a fright.
Thus far my sense of sight; while dry rot and wet rot and all the silent rots that rot in neglected roof and cellar - rot of rat and mouse and bug
and coaching-stables near at hand besides - addressed themselves faintly to my sense of smell, and moaned, "Try Barnard's Mixture.
It may be that a leopard or a lion shall kill me, or it may be a tiny bug
no bigger than the end of my littlest finger.
Dey aint no tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a tellin on you," here interrupted Jupiter; "de bug
is a goole bug
, solid, ebery bit of him, inside and all, sep him wing - neber feel half so hebby a bug
in my life.
I'd sooner begin sweeping out the office -isn't that how the big bugs
It was a hard bargain, but one that Wade could afford to take up, for if the wheat were to freeze out, or if the grasshoppers should eat it, or the chinch bugs
ruin it, or a hail storm beat it down into the mud, or if any of the many hatreds Stepmother Nature holds out toward those trusting souls who would squeeze a living from her hard hands--if any of these misfortunes should transpire, he would be out nothing but labor, and that was the one thing he and Martin could afford to risk.
For if I should kill another bug
or beetle I should surely cry again, and crying rusts my jaws so that I cannot speak.
He had been fetched by a huge, burly man, the worse for liquor, and taken to a room in an evil-smelling court, which was filthier than any he had seen: it was a tiny attic; most of the space was taken up by a wooden bed, with a canopy of dirty red hangings, and the ceiling was so low that Philip could touch it with the tips of his fingers; with the solitary candle that afforded what light there was he went over it, frizzling up the bugs
that crawled upon it.
Some of the adults lay prone upon the soft mat of dead and decaying vegetation which covered the ground, while others turned over pieces of fallen branches and clods of earth in search of the small bugs
and reptiles which formed a part of their food.