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"This is the very man for us, my excellent client. Your name and abode, friend?" "Harry Mitton o' Rough Lee," replied the old man. "Ey ha' dwelt there seventy year an uppards, an ha' known the feyther and granfeyther o' Ruchot Nutter, an also Alice Nutter, when hoo war Alice Assheton. Ca' me, sir, an aw' ye want to knoa ye shan larn."
"Where's a shovel?" I cried; and Shock jumped into the cart for another. "Steady, lads, steady," said Ike; "plenty of time. Only best coarse white, you know. Wait till I've propped the sharps and got her so as she can't tilt uppards. That's your sort. She's all right now. We don't want no more berryin's, Mars Grant, do we? Now, then, only the best white, mind. Load away."
Take that er topmast of yours away! Here's the man with the bow-string. I wish I were a staff-captain instead of a bloody lootenant. Sperril sleeps below every night. That's what makes Sperril tumble home from the waist uppards. Sperril, I defy you to touch me. I'm under orders for Zanzibar. Probably I shall annex it!"
Is it MUSICKLE sweetniss that Malody shakes down from its plumes its wings, that is, or tail or some pekewliar scent that proceeds from happy souls released, and which they shake down from the trees when they are suckling round and uppards? IS this poatry, Barnet?
Now, then, I'm going uppards to try if I can find out what's going on outside. I shall keep coming down to tell you till I think my chance of getting home has come, and then I shall run off and you'll wait till I come back." "Very well," said Aleck, who found that he had all the talking to do, and after a time the smuggler rose. "There," he said, "I'm going now. Say good luck to me."
They neither of 'em know no more about loading a gun than they do about being archbishops; but they will do it, and they'll be a-busting of 'em some day. Firing again, just as if we don't know the first was a recall! Here, who's got a loaded pistol?" "Here you are, matey," said Tom Tully. "Fire away, then, uppards," said the gunner; "and let 'em know that we want help."
"Oh, yes! ages. I don't know how long. He had him and he was a old boss when I come, and that's years ago. He's done nothing but go uppards and down'ards all his life, and he must know how long it takes by now, mustn't he?" "Yes, I suppose so," I said. "Of course he do, my lad. He knows just where his orf forefoot ought to be at one o'clock, and his near hind-foot at two.
"Here's his uppards and head come too. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. Are you hurt?" "Hurt? yes!" I said angrily, "but never mind me. How's Dumlow?" There was a low groan in answer. "Oh, he's all right, sir," said Barney. "We didn't break him. He's all out." "No, he arn't all right," growled Bob, who was feeling about in the dark. "He's in a reg'lar muddle, I dunno what's the matter with him.
Meantime, there was no news of David; he had gone as utterly as a ship foundered in mid-Atlantic. Some said he'd 'listed; some, that he'd gone to sea. And "So he 'as," corroborated Sam'l, "floatin', 'eels uppards." With no gleam of consolation, Maggie's misery was such as to rouse compassion in all hearts.
"Warn't the skin all off o' me, Barney?" "Nay, not it, lad." "Sure? Felt as if you was a-stripping of it all off o' me when I began to come." "Nay, you're in your skin right enough, messmate." "Sure, Barney? 'Cause I feel precious sore uppards." "Sure? Yes. There, I'm glad we got you out without breaking." "So'm I, mate, werry glad indeed.
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