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You know, unless you are behind in the clashes and clavers of Thrums, that I bought her from the manager of a travelling show. She once dragged me to the scene of her former triumphs, and went revolving round it, dragging the machine after her." "If you had not explained that," said Gavin, "I might have thought that you wanted to pass by Rashie-bog."
"Ay, the moral; I'm aye forgetting the word." McQueen, enjoying Gavin's discomfiture, turned Lightning down the Rashie-bog road, which would be impassable as soon as the thaw came.
Sandy was mad at me, for he was no curler, and he says, 'Jo Strachan, if you gang to Rashie-bog you'll assuredly be brocht hame a corp. I didna heed him, though, and off I gaed." "And I see you did not die," said Gavin. "Not me," answered the fish cadger, with a grin. "Na, but the joke o't is, it was Sandy that died." "Not the joke, Jo," corrected the doctor, "the moral."
It was a day of thaw, nothing to be heard from a distance but the swish of curling-stones through water on Rashie-bog, where the match for the eldership was going on. Around him. Gavin saw only dejected firs with drops of water falling listlessly from them, clods of snow, and grass that rustled as if animals were crawling through it. All the roads were slack.
Duthie should have accompanied me, for the Websters are Established Kirk; ay, and so he would if Rashie-bog had not been bearing. A terrible snare this curling, Mr. Dishart" here the doctor sighed "I have known Mr. Duthie wait until midnight struck on Sabbath and then be off to Rashie-bog with a torch." "I will go with you," Gavin said, putting on his coat. "Jump in then. You won't smoke?
In summer Rashie-bog is several fields in which a cart does not sink unless it stands still, but in winter it is a loch with here and there a spring where dead men are said to lie, There are no rushes at its east end, and here the dog-cart drew up near the curlers, a crowd of men dancing, screaming, shaking their fists and sweeping, while half a hundred onlookers got in their way, gesticulating and advising.
Gavin stepped into the dog- cart, which at once drove off in the direction of Rashie-bog, but equally in error were those who said that the doctor was making a curler of him. There was, however, ground for gossip; for Thrums folk seldom called in a doctor until it was too late to cure them, and McQueen was not the man to pay social visits.
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