United States or Nepal ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
But I did not hail. I stood there and listened listened with some wonder and some delight I believe I gaped. The strings of the "upright grand" were in motion, but they were giving vent to neither ballad tune nor comic jig. And chiming in with them were the notes of a violin, played tunefully, accurately, boldly. That last, I knew, must be Cospatric's.
There was one strong redeeming feature Cospatric's accounts of his hunting after the Raymond Lully inscription. He and I took one watch between us, and to the accompaniment of northern gale and northern spindrift, he yarned about a chase under southern skies for an object which I believe to be an absolutely unique one.
I had not seen the instrument here as yet, but I remembered he was supposed to be rather good on it up at Cambridge. After a bit I pulled myself together and hailed. The music ceased abruptly. Cospatric's head appeared through the hatch, and Cospatric's voice inquired with a good deal of impatience what I wanted. I told him about the bear, and then added a few words in praise of the music.
Music and dinners absorbed his spare cash when such were available; but out in Burmah and Japan neither were to his taste, and consequently all ready funds were wont to be sunk in corporeal decoration. Whether the outlay seems judicious I will not say. It was not my hide that these uncanny limners operated upon. Another of Cospatric's tastes was one I could chime in with more readily.
During the days that followed, when not shooting or fishing, I was generally on that ugly little cutter. There was another attraction later, but I did not know of it then. Those yarns of Cospatric's were tales one would not forget. He told of things which are not written down in books.
This new mode of living in a shifting house to wit, the ugly cutter was taken up because sea-roaming had been so thoroughly ingrained into their natures that as yet neither of them had found a spot he cared to settle down in permanently. The rolling stone aphorism had been pretty accurately fulfilled in Cospatric's case.
Isn't the satire something lovely? My mellow voice! Ho, ho, ho! And Cospatric's experiences as a photographer's bottle-washer! Grand!" The anarchist began to stamp about in a new access of fury, and so Haigh changed his tone. "Laugh when you're licked, my dear fellow," said he. "Believe me, it's the best way, and Lord knows I ought to be an authority." "We're differently constituted, señor."
Word Of The Day