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'Sech as in ships an' brickle barks Into the seas descend, Their merchantun, through fearful floods, To compass an' to end: They men are force-put to behold The Lard's works, what they be; An' in the dreadful deep the same Most marvellous they see. "So I found a high piece, wi' a wall of ice atop for shelter, ef it comed on to blow; an' so I stood, an' said, an' sung.
Everything works fine for us, and here we be, snug as a bear in his den, eatin' good vittles, even if we be a bit wet." "I can't help worryin' about the boat," insisted Mrs. Twig. "I'm 'tis feelin' bad for you not havin' she." "Don't feel bad about un, Mother," and there was a tenderness in Skipper Twig's voice that Charley noted. "'Twere the Lard's doin's." When the meal was finished Mrs.
The man gave a start, breaking his pipe in three pieces, but getting no farther than the first letter of an oath of irritation at the accident. "What boy's this?" he cried out, with an earnestness nothing visible warranted. "Lard's mercy, Mr. Wix!" exclaimed the mistress of the house, turning round from the compounding of the half-and-half.
Some do the Lard's work ashore, some afloat, some sich as me do it by land an' sea both. You doan't work Joe no good trapsing 'bout inland, here, theer, an' everywheers; an' you do yourself harm, 'cause it makes 'e oneasy an' restless. Mendin' holes an' washin' clothes an' prayin' to the Lard to 'a' mercy on your sinful sawl's what you got to do.
"The's a band o' Injuns come th' day," added Richard Gray, "an' they reports fur rare plenty inside, as 'tis about here. An' I'm thinkin' Bob'll be doin' fine his first year in th' bush." "Oh, I'm hopin' I'm hopin' so for th' lad's sake an' Emily's. 'Tis how th' Lard's makin' a way for th' brave lad t' send Emily t' th' doctor an' he comes back safe."
"Might have knawed he wouldn't walk along wi' me arter that," thought Billy. Then he lifted up his voice and bawled to the diminishing figure, already no more than a darker blot on the darkness of night. "For the Lard's love go in quiet an' gradual, or you'll scare the life out of 'em all." And the answer came back, "I knaw, I knaw; I ban't the man to do a rash deed!" Mr.
'Jarge, 'e zed, 'if I be took write to my wife and tell 'er it be the Lard's will and she be not to grieve. And I zed, 'So be, Jacob, and you'll do the same for I. Our Officer, Capt'n S T , d'you know 'en, sir? No? 'E com from Devizes way, he wur a grand man, never thinking of hisself but only of us humble chaps he said, 'Now for it, lads, and we advances in 'stended order.
You'm in the Lard's hand, an' it becomes 'e to sing small, an' remember what your life's bin." The other grew uneasy and his voice faltered while he still fought for a happy eternity. "I'd felt like 'twas all right arter what mother read." "Not so. God's a just God 'fore everything. Theer ed'n no favorin' wi' Him.
That were not Bob as th' wolves got. I'm knowin' our lad's somewheres alive. I were dreamin' last night o' seem' he an' I feels it I feels it an' I can't go agin my feelin'." "No, Mary, 'twere Bob," he answered. "I feels 'tweren't, but if 'twere 'tis th' Lard's will, an' 'tis our duty t' be brave an' bear up. Tis hard rare hard but bear up, Richard an' bear un like a man.
That's my duty now standin' stark ahead o' me. The Lard's pleased to pay all my prayers an' good livin' like this here. His will be done, an' so it shall to the dregs of it; an' if I be for the pit arter all, theer's wan livin' as gaws along wi' me." "That's worse than a fool's thot. Bide till you'm grawed cool anyways.
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