Was I turkey-cock proud th' first day I rode into town with 'em playin' pretty tunes, even though I strapped 'em on over boots as was only three pieces of leather hangin' to each other restless like.
It was a proud thing to ride into town.
It was not a proud thing to ride into town.
There are two boys and yellow shirts.
Two people are looking at two other people.
His manner was urbane to the last degree, but he kept his hand in the pocket of his coat.
The man was not holding anything.
The construction workers are all untrained.
A grown man in a toddler swing.