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He says he has made up his mind to stand no more nonsense with this class of persons, and he has given orders to his men to drown, shoot or hang any man caught stealing from the dead. He said the dead bodies of the Huns can be found in the creek. Sheriff Dick, or "Chall" as he is familiarly called, is a tall, slim man, and is well known in Pittsburgh, principally to sportsmen.
It's because Christ was born in a stable, and so the cows know all about it. Listen to Dinah! Dick, she's going to begin!" But Dinah, having heaved her moan, merely shuddered and was still again. "Just fancy, Dick," the little one went on, "it happened in a chall like ours!" She was quiet for a moment, her eyes fixed on the glossy rumps of the cows.
"I believe, sir, 'twas soon after eleven. He has a cow, sir, in calf, and went round to the chall to make sure she was all right " Mr. Noy nodded. "And the hearse was passing in what direction?" "Towards the church town, sir; or, as you may say, towards St. Neot parish." "Inland, that is?" "Yes, sir.
So much might be guessed from the size and extent of the out-buildings. The "chall" or byre, for instance, had stalls for no less than twelve cows, whereas to-day all the Island's hundred-and-twenty acres barely afforded pasturage for two.
Inside the chall the only sounds were the slow chewing of the cows, the rattle of a tethering-block, now and then, or a moan from Dinah.
"Merry Christmas, Dick!" A little head, bright with tumbled curls, was thrust in, and a pair of round eyes stared round the chall, then back to me, and rested on my face. "Merry Christmas, little mistress." "Dick if you tell, I'll never speak to you again. I only wanted to see if 'twas true." She stepped inside the chall, shutting the door behind her.
"Well, now there's nothing to do but sit down and wait for the wise men and the shepherds." It was a little while that she watched, being long over-tired. The warm air of the chall weighed on her eyelids; and, as they closed, her head sank on my shoulder. For ten minutes I sat, listening to her breathing.
Laban Pascoe, the hind, spent his night in the upper field where the sheep lay, while I spent mine in the chall looking after Dinah, our Alderney, that had slipped her calf in the afternoon being promised the castling's skin for a Sunday waistcoat, if I took care of the mother.
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