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Ralph was surprised by his tradesman's eloquence and wit. "You have a chick of your own, and then you'll know as it'll be yours some way or other. If I'd the chance I'd sooner beg, borrow, starve, or die, before I'd sell it; let alone working, Captain." There was satire too as well as eloquence in the breeches-maker. "No; you must run your chance, somehow." "I don't see my way," said Ralph.
The black column of Rhamdas moved ahead rhythmically, with the swing of solemn grandeur. For some minutes they marched through the streets of the Mahovisal. There was no cheering; it was a holy, awesome occasion. Chick could sense the undercurrent of the staring thousands, the reverence and the piety. It was the Day of the Prophet. They were staring at a miracle. The column turned a corner.
There are three little circles of deerskin and one of ruby velvet, stitched together in the centre. Then, standing on the velvet is a yellow wooden chick, with little eyes of beads, and a little wooden bill stuck in most quaintly, and a head that twists like a weathercock.
He must have the advantage of extreme youth, to be taken with a callow chick like yourself, but that shall not injure him in my eyes. Tell him to wait a while, and then come and show himself. Two heads are better than one in most of the exigencies of life, and when he comes, you and I can make up our minds about him at our leisure."
They were very soft and light and deliberate; and almost at the same instant a delicate white hand moved the curtain aside. It was a woman. Chick lay back and wondered. Although not beautiful she was very good to look at, with large blue eyes of a deep tenderness and sympathy, even features, and a wonderful fold of rich brown hair held in place by a satiny net.
Blood appears at about this period, but is difficult of detection by the candler, unless the germ dies and the blood ring sticks to the membrane of the egg. Three days: The blood ring is the prominent feature and is as large as a nickel. The yolk behind the membrane has become watery. Four days: The body of the chick becomes readily visible, and prominent radiating blood vessels are seen.
"'That's because you've got a handsome son of your own, old lady, chuckled the sailor; 'I've neither chick nor child, ma'am, remember, and a man must have something to look to. The bird'll go with me.
You will remember at the Utah Station the idea was that carbon dioxide was to dissolve the shell so the chick could break out easier. At the Guelph Station the conception was that the carbon dioxide might dissolve the lime of the shell for the chick to use in "makin' hisself."
"Now, Haskell, tell what you know." "Wait," said Nick, "who is this man?" And he pointed to Chick. "He's a fellow that knows my brother. We met him just below, and brought him along to help in the identification. There are two more coming." "Then you purpose to disinter your brother's body at once?" "Of course I do." "You have no tools." "The others will bring them. That's what they're after."
Swiftly she crosses the hall, and runs up the stairs to gain her chamber and reclothe herself, but half way up Dawson stops her, and clasping her about, cries hoarsely in a transport: "Thou art my own Moll my own sweet Moll!" adding, as she would break from him to go her way, "Nay, chick. You shall not go till you have bussed your old dad."
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