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"We should look well, we two, going back home without a cart, and old Bonyparty took away and cut up for goodness knows what and his skin made into leather. Come along."
"Yes," said Ike, seeing the direction of my eyes, "we don't starve the old hoss; do we, Bonyparty?" He slapped the horse's haunch affectionately, and Basket wagged his tail, while the cart jolted on.
I could almost have fancied that there was some truth in Ike's declaration about old Basket or Bonyparty, as he called him, for certainly he seemed to quicken his pace as we drew nearer; and so it was that, as we turned into the busy market, and the horse made its way to one particular spot at the south-east corner, Ike triumphantly pointed to the church clock we had just passed.
"Why, I was just a-thinking it would be like going off with the old cart and Bonyparty to market, and how you and me went." "With Shock on the top of the load," I said laughing. "Ay, to be sure. Well, he's a-going this time to help mind the horse. And so you are going too?" "Yes," I said mischievously, "to look after you, and see that you do your work." "Gahn!" he growled, beginning to dig again.
The very mark moored off for a target had been decorated with an enormous bunch of holly and a motto decipherable, as Captain Pond, offering his field-glass, pointed out Our compliments to Bonyparty: He'll find us well and likewise hearty! The moment for resistance, for effective protest, had passed.
An' so in less time than you'd be thinkin' about it, the colonel had him polished off into it rale elegant soger, wid his gun exercise, and his bagnet exercise, and his small sword, and broad sword, and pistol and dagger, an' all the rest, an' then away wid him on boord a man-a-war to furrin parts, to fight for King George agin Bonyparty, that was great in them times.
The fact was his thoughts were running in one particular direction, and I soon found which, for he began in his morose way: "Just as if I should overload or ill-use a hoss! Look at old Bonyparty." "What do you mean?" I said. "Why, him talking like that afore we started. I know what I'm about. You'd better lie down and cover yourself over with some sacks.
It's a big book on one of the shelves at home, full of poetry. But what's Romeo and Juliet? 'Romeo and Juliet was two lovers, as lived a long time ago in a place called Verona. I don't know where it is, she added quickly, to stave off the imminent question already on the boy's lips. 'Somewhere abroad, wheer Bonyparty is.
"I'll not quit my nor-aist coorse for the king of Ingland, nor Bonyparty into the bargain. Bad cess to you, do you think I've nothin' to do but plaze you?" Again he was hailed. "Oh! bad luck to the toe I'll go to you." Another hail. "Spake loudher you'd betther," said Barny, jeeringly, still holding on his course. A gun was fired ahead of him.
Well, as soon as the business was pretty near ready at both sides, Bonyparty and the general next undher himself gets up behind a bush, to look at their inimies through spyglasses, and thry would they know any iv them at the distance. 'Bedadad! says the gineral, afther a divil iv a long spy, 'I'd bet half a pint, says he, 'that's Bill Malowney himself, says he, 'down there, says he.
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