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"Ted," said Peter, "she is worth two ted men yet. There is only two teaths. Ted as te tevil, and ted drunk, and she ain't neither; and if she were poth she would wake her up with tat tune, barris an tailler, as she tid Captain Fraisher, tat she will." "Now," said I, "let us land the moose." Peter's horrid pipes knocked all the romance out of me.

When Malcolm came to Mrs Catanach's assertion that she knew more of him than he did himself "Then she peliefs ta voman does, my poy. We are aall poth of us in ta efil voman's power," said Duncan sadly. "Never a hair, daddy!" cried Malcolm. "A' pooer 's i' the han's o' ane, that's no her maister. Ken she what she likes, she canna pairt you an' me, daddy." "God forpid!" responded Duncan.

Old Allister, your creat her own crandfather, was ta pest horseman ta worlt efer saw, and he'll nefer pe hafing ta trews to his own lecks nor ta saddle to his horse's pack. He'll chust make his men pe strap on an old plaid, and he'll be kive a chump, and away they wass, horse and man, one peast, aal two of tem poth together."

The sergeant raised his small, narrow, and rather piggish gray eyes to hers with a momentary expression of anxiety. "I must pe gareful what I zay," he answered, sinking his voice still lower. "We must poth pe gareful. I examined the lariat. I fear it was sawed. But we must not zay this." "Who sawed it?" demanded Clara with a gasp. "It was no one in the poat," replied Meyer diplomatically.

He went over to the bed, took one of Pons' hands in both his own, and within himself put up a fervent prayer. "What is that that you are mumbling in German?" "I asked Gott dat He vould take us poth togedders to Himself!" Schmucke answered simply when he had finished his prayer.

Old Allister, your creat her own crandfather, was ta pest horseman ta worrlt efer saw, and he 'll nefer pe hafing ta trews to his own lecks nor ta saddle to his horse's pack. He 'll chust make his men pe strap on an old plaid, and he 'll pe kive a chump, and away they wass, horse and man, one peast, aal two of tem poth together."

"Poth love to live in the woods, don't they?" "Yes." "Well there is a difference in colour. Ta spruce is red flesh, and ta birch white, did you ever know them mix?" "Often," said the doctor, who began to understand this allegorical talk of the North-West trader, and feel uncomfortable, and therefore didn't like to say no.

The whole thing was new and strange to him. Never in his life before had anything taken him by such surprise. He had enough to carry him through the world comfortably, and something to give his poor neighbors when they stood in need. Why should he trouble his head about Mr. Kidd. He did not know where a dollar of his money was buried. "Mine friends," said Hanz, "I likes you poth.

He went over to the bed, took one of Pons' hands in both his own, and within himself put up a fervent prayer. "What is that that you are mumbling in German?" "I asked Gott dat He vould take us poth togedders to Himself!" Schmucke answered simply when he had finished his prayer.

"My Malcolm will always pe speaking tat which will pe worth ta hearing with ta ears. Poth of you and me will be knowing ta Mistress Catanach pretty well eh, Malcolm, my son? We'll not be trusting her fery too much will we, my son?" "No a hair, daddy," returned Malcolm.