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"And your dear father and mother," went on Mrs. Portheris, "I am longing to hear their experiences since we parted. Where are you? The Colomba? Why what a coincidence! We are there, too! How small the world is!" "Then you have only just arrived," said Mr. Dod to Miss Portheris, who had turned away her head, and was regarding the distant mountains. "Yes." "By the 11.30 p.m.?" "No. By the 2.30 p.m."
With the widow it's 'Mr. Dod, you will take care of me, won't you? or 'Come now, Mr. Dod, and tell me all about buffalo shooting on your native prairies' and Mr. Dod is a rattled jay. There's something about the mandate of a middle-aged British female." "I should think there was!" I said. "Then Maffy, you see, walks in.
"I live there," said I. He leaned over to me quickly. "Have another leg, man, have it; dod! it's your ain, anyway." "I haven't finished the first yet. Go ahead yourself." He ate slowly, eying me now and again through the smoke. "So you're a second son, eh?" he pondered. "Man, ye have my sympathy. I had the same ill-luck. That's how my brother Angus got the pipes and I'm a tinker.
He stepped back, examined the shoe minutely and contemptuously, scratching his head thoughtfully, tilting his high sugar-loaf hat well forward to facilitate the operation, then ejaculated, 'Well, I'll be dod derned! and returned to his wheel. What occasion there was to be dod derned about it is a thing which is still as much of a mystery to me now as it was then.
"It was nothing else, upon my honour," replied Boone, laughing in concert with the rest. "Huzza! huzza!! huzza!!!" shouted Joe, casting the bandages hither and thither, and dancing nimbly over the floor. "Dod rot it, your leg ain't swelled a bit!" said Sneak. "Don't use that bad word, Sneak," said Mary. "I won't but dod he's had me running all over "
"It's very extensive," replied poppa, "but I notice the inhabitants round about seem to think it embraces the biggest part of civilisation. I admit it's a good-sized view, but that's what I call enlarging upon it." "Come, Mr. Dod," commanded Mrs. Portheris, "we must rejoin the rest of our party. They are on the other side." "Certainly," said Dicky. "But you must give me your address, Mrs. Wick.
"You're a fool!" said Sneak. "Stand off, and let me at him I'll soon see who he is." Sneak threw down his maskrats, and with his spear and knife soon extricated the body, which he handled as unceremoniously as he would have done a log of wood. "Dod rot your skin!" he exclaimed, when he brushed the snow from the man's face. He then threw down the body with great violence.
Boone!" cried Joe, softly. "Dod! don't make sich a fuss," said Sneak. "Be silent," whispered Boone, gliding to Joe, and gazing out on the snow, where he beheld about twenty savages standing erect and motionless, not eighty paces distant. "I came within an ace of shooting," said Joe, "before I thought of what you had said.
But I don't mind telling you that my daughter's re-engagement, on the old American lines, is a thing I've been wanting to happen for some time." "And there are some really excellent points about Mr. Dod. We must remember that he is still very young. He has plenty of time to repair his fortunes. Of one thing we may be sure," continued Mrs.
Withholder rose in the pulpit, the former was heard to audibly ejaculate, "Dod blasted! if it ain't Billy!" But when on the following Sunday, to everybody's astonishment, Polly Harkness, in a new white muslin frock and broad-brimmed Leghorn hat, appeared before the church door with the real Billy, and exchanged conversation with the preacher, the likeness was appalling.
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