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Ian drew his hunting-knife, struck it into the mass of meat, and chipped off a piece the size of his fist, which he handed to his comrade. Probably our readers are aware that pemmican is made of dried buffalo meat pounded to shreds and mixed with melted fat. Being thus half-cooked in the making, it can be used with or without further cookery.
Their sitting-room window was filled chiefly with parchment, but there was one square of it filled with glass. Through this, as from a loop-hole, the inmates could reconnoitre any one who approached their hut. "Two dog-sleighs!" exclaimed Ian, turning from the loop-hole with a look of surprise.
"Thank you, mother dear; I seem to know that without being told; but I could never talk to you about anything that was not interesting to myself." Here he paused. He would rather have stopped. "Go on, go on, Ian. I am longing to hear."
"I want to think as well as do what is right; but you cannot know how I feel or you would spare me. I love the very stones and clods of the land! The place is to me as Jerusalem to the Jews: you know what the psalm says: Thy saints take pleasure in her stones, Her very dust to them is dear!" "They loved their land as theirs," said Ian, "and have lost it!" "I know I must be cast out of it!
Ragnor rose, saying, "Coll, my dear one, Thora and I will now leave thee. I am sure Ian has done as well as he could do and we hope thou wilt judge him kindly." Then the women went upstairs and Ragnor remained silent until Ian said: "I am very anxious, sir." Then Ragnor stood up and slowly answered, "Ian, now is the time to take council of my pillow. What I have to say I will say later.
Selecting another forest king, Ian cut it so that one end of it fell on the boulder. The result of all this hewing and guiding of the falling monarchs was that the only available track through the pass was a hole about four feet in diameter, with a tree of great weight suspended above it by the boulder. To chop off the branches and convert this latter tree into a log did not take long.
He had beaten all his competitors at the target, but, to do him justice, did not boast of that; neither did he make any reference to the fact that Ian had twice missed the target, though he did not spare the bad shooting of some of the other youths; this, no doubt, because he and Ian had been fast friends for many years.
Late at night, waking, he saw that Glenfernie still watched. It was not Ian Rullock nor anything to do with him that had helped on this sharp alteration, this turn into some Cimmerian stretch of the mind's or the emotions' vast landscape. If Strickland had at first wondered if this might be the case, the thought vanished.
Indeed, I see Sir Ian Hamilton states that owing to one battalion "losing its way" a most important position was lost and this happened again and again simply because the leaders were not scouts. Then there were many young officers who when it came to the test could not read a map quickly as they went.
Into those eyes she had looked but once since the rescue, but all that was necessary of gratitude was said in that one glance: "You have saved Rudyard you, Ian," it said. With Al'mah it was different. In the light of the open door of the manager's office, she looked into Ian Stafford's face. "He saved my life, you remember," she said; "and you have saved his. I love you." "I love you!"
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