"This schoolmarm lady has fainted," announced the mule-skinner.
He fell suddenly into the violent, pungent speech of the mule-skinner.
His father was a mule-skinner—it's in the blood—can't help it possibly.
Mr. Hennage's baleful eyes scouted the mule-skinner's person for evidence of hardware.
He would stand up an yell, crack his mule-skinner, and send the ponies along on a dead run.
One was a jolly Irish mule-skinner with a picturesque vocabulary and an inimitable brogue.