Word: knifing
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...hulking sons, an Indian. The woman admired Audubon's gold watch so much that though he lay down, he decided not to sleep. The woman did not sleep either. Writes Audubon: "Judge of my astonishment, reader, when I saw this incarnate fiend take a large carving knife and go to the grindstone to whet its edge. . . . Her task finished, she walked to her reeling sons and said: 'There, that'll soon settle him!'" Just then two strangers arrived. In 25 years of wandering through the American wilderness, this was the only time that Audubon was ever...
...They took us to quite an extensive valley where 100,000 Armenians were killed before us. Seeing that immediate death awaited me, I took the blade of a pen knife which I had stuck to my hair with wax, and cut the rope which tied me to the other nine...
...tell tales. With a fond ear for briarhopper speech the Tennessee Writers' Project (WPA) gathered 25 well-chawed, well-whittled anecdotes from the Great Smokies to the levees in God Bless the Devil-(University of North Carolina Press; $2). Their themes are lady-killing fiddlers, horse races, knife duels, preachers, hunting dogs, log-cabin adultery, possums, milk snakes, the witch of Red River who chased brave Andy Jackson back to Nashville...
Guard Troy Wade dozed in the shade of a tree, his shotgun beside him. Near by, Convict Frank Conley waited, watched, his hand on a knife hidden in his clothes. Far down at the end of the line he saw two convict guards saunter up to the driver of the prison water wagon-an Indian, in for rape-and train their guns on him. At the opposite end of the line two convict guards armed with shotguns quietly moved up on the regular prison guards. It was just...
...Frank Conley's moment. The tough, triangular-faced hillbilly with a term in the Federal penitentiary behind him was more resourceful and ruthless than the mass of sullen, stupefied convicts. He jumped Guard Wade, slashed with his knife, wounded him. The new guard, Claude Martin, still sitting down, raised his gun. He never got up. Before he could fire, Conley had grabbed Wade's shotgun, blazed away at Martin with both barrels. Martin fell forward. Conley's partner, Loftin, who had already disarmed the guards at his end of the line, fired another slug into the prone...