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"You chaps are pretty noisy, and if you come into the house to cook it on the stove, I'm afraid you'll wake Lem up, and I want him to sleep." "We'll cook un out here, sir," David agreed. "'Tis more fun to cook here," Jamie suggested. "Very well. When it's ready you may bring it in and we'll eat on the table. Lem will probably be awake by that time and he'll want something too.
Now she smiled as he came up. "Did you have good fishing?" "Only fair." "Mr. Jardine and Mr. Touris have just returned. They rode to Black Hill. Have you seen Alexander?" "No. I asked Jamie " "So did I. But he could not tell." "He may have gone over the moor and been belated. Bran is with him." "Yes.... He's a solitary one, with a thousand in himself!"
"Don't you think, mamma," Jamie asked, "that God will let papa come down from heaven and spend Christmas with us? He might be here like the angels, and we not see him." "I'm afraid not," the sad woman replied, shaking her head and speaking more to herself than to the child. "I don't see how he could go back to heaven and be happy if he knew all.
He could with difficulty see the door of his counting-room. This slammed behind him as he entered; and a few seconds after, Mr. James received a summons through McMurtagh that Mr. James Bowdoin wished to see him. "An' don't ye mind if Mr. James Bowdoin is a bit sharp-set the morn," said Jamie McMurtagh. Mr. James nodded; then he went in to his father.
James was not the least anxious of them, but long ere light the next morning Henry stood at his bedside, saying, 'I must go round the posts before mass, Jamie. Will you face the matin frost? 'I am fitter to face it than thou, said James, rising. 'Is there need for this? 'Great need, said Henry.
And as John shrugged his shoulders, Henry gaily added: 'Thou seest what comes of a winter spent with this unbeliever Jamie; and truly, I found the thought of unright to my father's widow was a worse pin in my heart than ever she is like to thrust there.
"The frost lies so thickly on the window-panes that you cannot see it, even when the light comes, Jamie," said his friend, vainly trying to gratify the boy's wish. "The sun will melt it soon, and I can wait, I can wait, Walter; it's but a little while;" and Jamie, with a patient smile, turned his face to the dim window and lay silent.
"Or kill," suggested Jamie Dove. "It's better now," said Forsyth, with a sigh of relief. "I scrunched a bit o' bone into it; that was all." "There's nothing like the string and the red-hot poker," suggested Ruby Brand. "Tie the one end o' the string to a post and t'other end to the tooth, an' stick a red-hot poker to your nose. Away it comes at once." "Hoot! nonsense," said Watt.
It came on with such an awful appearance of power, that some of the men who perceived it could not repress a cry of astonishment. In another moment it fell, and, bursting over the rocks with a terrific roar, extinguished the forge fire, and compelled the men to take refuge in the beacon. Jamie Dove saved his bellows with difficulty.
From that moment, too, poor Jamie Dove began to see the dawn of happier days; for when the beacon should be fitted up as a residence he would bid farewell to the hated floating light, and take up his abode, as ho expressed it, "on land". "On land!"
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