Lucksome

"You are a bucketful of green," observed Frank when I flopped over onto my back and looked up at him standing tall and dripping against the Texas sky. "You're mighty lucksome the river's so low."

“Prophet of ill, never yet to me spakest thou thing lucksome”—this was the sentiment of that river when disappointed of Alice.

His conscience was clear; his heart was cheered; so, deep inhaling the luxom air, and breathing his pious ejaculations to heaven, he sprung forward to his journey, […]