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The wind blew like a hurricane; the rain began to fall in perfect spouts. Just in the heart of the brattle the grating of the yett turning on its rusty hinges was but too plainly heard. "The're coming; cock the piece, ye sumph!" cried the laddie, while his red hair rose, from his pow like feathers.
I expect, if folks can't understand their draymas when the're actin' of 'em out, they have to go ignorant, don't they? Well, what do I want with explainin', when everythin' is acted out right in the road?" There was quite a gathering of neighbors at the Bascoms' on this particular July afternoon. No invitations had been sent out, and none were needed.
I've just been tryin' to place you. Why, I read all about you in an almanac." "Well," said another, "when I first heard you out there, I thought you was a deserter from the fort. The're about the only people we see comin' down the river this time of the year." The same man also volunteered the information that they were traders, and Paul afterward saw that the woods were full of cattle.
'Th' yoong men noo-a-deys, the're poor squashy things the' looke well anoof, but the' woon't wear, the' woon't wear. Theer's ne'er un'll carry his 'ears like that Sir Cris'fer Chuvrell. 'Ull bet ye two pots, said another of the seniors, 'as that yoongster a-walkin' wi' th' parson's wife 'll be Sir Cris'fer's son he fevours him.
"'That wouldn't do, says Doc Peets, 'but anyhow yere comes Wilkins how, an' if, as Enright says, the're out of chuck up his way, I reckons I'll lose a small bet to the old shorthorn ontil sech times as we devises some scheme all reg'lar. "'Howdy, Wilkins? says Doc, mighty gay an' genial, 'how's things stackin' up? "'Mighty ornery, says Wilkins.
"Vampa, sah," answered the boatman, as he took his oars and started to row away in the opposite direction. "Hold on a bit there," the sponge-buyer said, "I never saw a vampire. What does it look like?" "Some calls 'em sea-bat or devil-ray," was the reply, "an' the're twenty, thirty feet 'cross sometimes. They looks lak a sting ray. Ah don' wan' to see 'em."
"Am I permitted," he continued, aghast at the liberty he was taking, "to know the name of the giver?" "Certainly not," said Madame Beattie, but without offence. "I told you a Royal Personage. Besides, everybody knows. If your people here don't, it's because the're provincial and it doesn't matter whether they know it or not. I will continue.
"Asleep down in the village. The're all asleep. You guys go down there and sleep, too. I'll follow, soon as I've posted these men on watch. That small square hut next the big one in the middle is ours. She's in the big one with a crowd of women. Now don't make a fool row and wake her!
The're two after the Missus, for all the Colonel's 'ardly cold, so to speak, but I put my money on the dark one." He had hardly uttered these cryptic words when a pretty young woman opened the door which gave on to the stable-yard from the house: "Dinner-time!" she called out merrily. Both men dropped the brooms they were holding, and going towards the door disappeared.
"Cattle men will lose stock if the Crows get down as far as this," he said, casually, and Mrs. Taylor suppressed a titter. "Ain't it hawses the're repawted as running off?" said the Virginian. "Chap come into the round-up this afternoon," said Lin. "But he was rattled, and told a heap o' facts that wouldn't square." "Of course they wouldn't," said Tommy, haughtily.
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