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"'What mak ye here in sic a storm, man? he said. An' the soon' o' his v'ice was aye safter nor the words o' his mooth. "'I come for a lamb, answered he. "'What kin' o' a lamb? askit the stranger. "'The verra best I can lay my han's upo' i' the cot, answered he, 'for it's to lay afore my freens and neebours. I houp, sir, ye'll come hame wi' me an' share o' 't. Ye s' be welcome.
"It's there we belang till, an' in wather like this naebody wad refeese bield till a beggar, no to say Mistress Jean till her ain fowk." With that she led the way to the door and opened it. "His v'ice was like the soon' o' mony watters," she said to herself softly, as the liquid thunder of the torrent came in the louder.
He had a powerful, sweet v'ice, and it allers 'peared to me as ef every kind of a livin' thing hushed up and listened, when he sung o' nights. He could reel off most anything you can think on.
I swore on the Bible there's the very Bible, under the match-box, agin the winder on that very Bible I swore as my port Jenny brought from Wales, an' as I've never popped yit that this pore half-sharp gal should never go wrong through me; an' then, arter I swore that, my pore Jenny let me alone, an' I never 'eard 'er v'ice no more a-cryin'. "Mother, vi'lets, vi'lets; mother, vi'lets, vi'lets!"
"Well, well; he said, in a low v'ice to me, says he, `d'ye see that openin' in the bushes? `I do, says I. `Well then, says he, `it's about ten yards off; be ready to commence firin' when it comes to that openin'. `I will, says I. An', sure enough, when the brown critter came for'id at a walk an' stopped sudden wi' a look o' surprise as if it hadn't expected to see me, bang went my Winchester four times, like winkin', an' up went the deer four times in the air, but niver a bit the worse was he.
"Lawd, Mas' Mordaunt," exclaimed the old man, "my v'ice done got hoa'se callin' Jim, too long ergo to talk erbout. You jes' got to let him go 'long, maybe some o' dese days he gwine slip up on de gospel an' fall plum' inter salvation." Even Mandy, Jim's wife, had attempted to urge the old man to some more active efforts in her husband's behalf.
Whan she got intil the doctor's gig and awa they drave, my hert grew cauld; I was like ane deid and beginnin to rot i' the grave. But that minute I h'ard, or it was jist as gien I h'ard I dinna mean wi' my lugs, but i' my hert, ye ken a v'ice cry, "Steenie!
"Ah done tol' you-all Ah'm right," Dirty Dan heard one of them say. "Ha!" thought Dirty Dan. "A dirrty black naygur! I can tell be the v'ice of him." One of his companions grunted, and another said, in accents which the astute Mr. O'Leary correctly judged to be those of a foreigner of some sort: "All right. W'en he's come out, we jumpa right here. Wha's matter, eh?" "Suits me," the negro replied.
Mind you, he didn't open his eyes; just sat there, covered with carmine and soothin' syrup, rockin' backward and forrard and sneezin' like George Washington. There was somethin' kind of horrible about it. Me 'n' Hadds looked on petrified. "Then, 'Oh, my poor husband! What are they doin' to you? says a v'ice behind us, and the Majoress skipped across the floor and fell on the Major.
Now, s'posin' all of them air things, what would Clark township do to console itself when that toonful v'ice and them air blazin' watch-seals had set in ignominy for ever and ever? Selah! Good-night, and don't you breathe a word to a livin' soul, nur a dead one, 'bout what I been a-sayin'. You'll know more by daylight to-morry 'n you know now."
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