Spare the cussing, Mother, or the kids will hear you.

2 seconds sound clip from the The Outcasts of Poker Flat classic radio drama series episode.

You can hear this line at 00:19:09.804 in the radio play.

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- The third day came, and the sun, looking through the white-curtained valley, saw the outcasts divide their slowly decreasing store provisions for the day.

- It also revealed drift on drift of snow piled high around the hut.

- A hopeless, uncharted, trackless sea of white lying below the rocky shores to which the castaways still clung.

- Through the marvellously clear air, the smoke of the pastoral village of Poker Flat rose miles away.

- Poker Flat! May it burn in all the fires of hell!

- Spare the cussing, Mother, or the kids will hear you.

- Oh, no, they won't. I never cuss when they're around, but it sure does me good to cuss when I can.

- I wish something would do me good.

- Just you go out there and see that smoke rising from Poker Flat, and cuss and cuss. You just see if you don't feel better.

- Well, I'll go see after the gal. She must be feeling pretty bad, poor thing. With Tom out of the camp...

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