Johnyxxx
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Hello.
I cannot understand the sentence in bold text, or, I would rather say it makes no sense to me in the context at all. Can anybody help me understand it? (Travers and his two friends are on a dangerous mission for him to get the money he needs so bad in order to be allowed to get married with a girl he is in love with)
"Travers, my boy," he growled, "we've got one helluva job in front of us. It's goin' to take days to crawl through this, huntin' for a trail. If we find one, an' spot the Boh an' his fellers first, well an' good. If Mr. Boh spots us first--well, he can handle that silver-plated gun of his like an expert. Meanwhiles, no noise, no campfires,no dry clothes, an' no fresh grub. I'm goin' to have some holiday. Whosit says, 'fools rush in where angels fear to tread'?"
"Meaning how?" demanded Travers.
"Well, we're havin' all this picnic so you can commit matrimonial hara-kiri; an' I've read somewheres that in heaven they neither marry nor are given in marriage. I infers that angels fear to tread."
"And that I'm a fool," laughed Travers, with a perfect understanding of the deep strength and determination that lay beneath his friend's misogynistic grumbling. "You're a cold-blooded beast, Moro, and a wicked cynic; but you're a crafty hunter all the same, and I guess you're right about cutting out all betraying fires and being mightycautious. Today's march wasn't so bad, but I suppose the real campaign begins tomorrow."
The Wood Devil-thing, Gordon MacCreagh, 1926.
Thanks a lot.
I cannot understand the sentence in bold text, or, I would rather say it makes no sense to me in the context at all. Can anybody help me understand it? (Travers and his two friends are on a dangerous mission for him to get the money he needs so bad in order to be allowed to get married with a girl he is in love with)
"Travers, my boy," he growled, "we've got one helluva job in front of us. It's goin' to take days to crawl through this, huntin' for a trail. If we find one, an' spot the Boh an' his fellers first, well an' good. If Mr. Boh spots us first--well, he can handle that silver-plated gun of his like an expert. Meanwhiles, no noise, no campfires,no dry clothes, an' no fresh grub. I'm goin' to have some holiday. Whosit says, 'fools rush in where angels fear to tread'?"
"Meaning how?" demanded Travers.
"Well, we're havin' all this picnic so you can commit matrimonial hara-kiri; an' I've read somewheres that in heaven they neither marry nor are given in marriage. I infers that angels fear to tread."
"And that I'm a fool," laughed Travers, with a perfect understanding of the deep strength and determination that lay beneath his friend's misogynistic grumbling. "You're a cold-blooded beast, Moro, and a wicked cynic; but you're a crafty hunter all the same, and I guess you're right about cutting out all betraying fires and being mightycautious. Today's march wasn't so bad, but I suppose the real campaign begins tomorrow."
The Wood Devil-thing, Gordon MacCreagh, 1926.
Thanks a lot.