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"No doubt there's room enough here," returned the scout sitting down and laying his rifle across his knees. "I've often thowt on them subjects, but my thowts only lead to puzzlement; for, out here in the wilderness, a man can't git all the information needful to larn him about things in the old world.
"'Shoo's made fowks i' Cohen-eead that thrang wi' wark they've no time to think o' sins. "'An' what have thy flies bin doin' all t' time? asks Satan. 'They've bin laikin', that's what they've bin doin'. They ought to hae bin buzzin' round fowks' heeads an' whisperin' sinful thowts into their lug-hoils. How mony flies does thou keep at Cohen-eead?
I mentioned to him my puzzlements about this matter, an' he up fist an' come down on the table wi' a crack that made the glasses bounce as if they'd all come alive, an' caused a plate o' mush in front of him to spread itself all over the place but he cared nothin' for that, he was so riled up by the thowts my obsarvation had shook up.
He never said a wured to me as warn't as dootiful as dootiful could be, and it ain't likely as he'd begin to speak any other ways now; but it's fur from being fleet water in his mind, where them thowts lays. It's deep, sir, and I can't see down. 'You are right, said I, 'and that has sometimes made me anxious. 'And me too, Mas'r Davy, he rejoined.
T' fishin' boats were out at sea, an' t' air were fair wick wi' kittiwakes an' herrin' gulls. So I just undressed misen, walked down to t' watter an' started swimmin'. Eh! but t' sea were bonny an' warm, an' for once I got all yon dowly thowts o' death clean out o' my head. So I just struck out for t' buoy that were anchored out at sea, happen hafe a mile frae t' shore.
The brother and sister sat open-mouthed, pale with excitement, afraid of losing a single syllable. 'An takkin it awthegither, he said, bringing each word out with an effort, 'I doan't think, by t' Lord's mercy, as I've gone soa mich astray, though I ha been mich troobled this four year wi thowts o' Sandy my brither Sandy an wi not knowin wheer yo wor gone, Davy.
Pray that theaw may'st depart hence i' th' Lord, wi' whom are the sowls of the faithful, an Meary's, ey trust, among the number. Pray that thy eend may be like hers." "Ey conna pray, Bess," replied the miller, striking his breast. "The Lord has turned his feace fro' me." "Becose thy heart is hardened, Ruchot," she replied. "Theaw 'rt nourishin' nowt boh black an wicked thowts.
I want thee to remember it allus, an' to moind him 'at's dead, an' let his little hond howd thee back fro' sin an' hard thowts. I'll pray fur thee neet an' day, Tim, an' tha shalt pray fur me, an' happen theer'll come a leet.
'Well met, my dear old friend! said I. 'I had my thowts o' coming to make inquiration for you, sir, tonight, he said, 'but knowing as your aunt was living along wi' you fur I've been down yonder Yarmouth way I was afeerd it was too late. I should have come early in the morning, sir, afore going away. 'Again? said I. 'Yes, sir, he replied, patiently shaking his head, 'I'm away tomorrow.
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