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"Ay!" she went on, without heeding either question; "ye'll be gran' set up noo! Ye'll no be hain' 'a fine day' to fling at yer auld freen's, the puir fisher fowk, or lang! Weel! it's the w'y o' the warl! Hech, sirs!" "What on earth 's set ye aff like that Mrs Findlay?" said Malcolm. It's a heap gran'er like to be a free fisherman, wi' a boat o' yer ain, like the Partan." "Hoots!
Huddling the boy to her bosom, she went on talking to him in childish guise, as she lifted the latch for the minister: "Wad he hae my pet gang traivellin the warl' upo thae twa bonny wee legs o' his ain, wantin the wings he left ahint him? Na, na! they maun grow a heap stronger first. His ain mammie wad cairry him gien he war twice the size! Noo, we s' gang but the hoose and see daddy."
"An' sae gran'mother's weirin awa', father!" "To the lan' o' the leal, laddie." "Wull she ken me?" "Na, she winna ken ye; she'll never ken onybody mair i' this warl'; but she'll ken plenty whaur she's gaein'!" He rose, and they walked together towards the kitchen. There was nobody there, but they heard steps going to and fro in the room above.
"But the warl' maun wag, though the hert may sag; an' whan the deid lies streekit, there's a hoose to be theekit. An' the freens an' the neebours gatithert frae near an' frae far, till there was a heap o' fowk i' the hoose, come to the beeryin' o' the bonny bairn.
They hae taen 't intill their heids, for ae thing an that's what Dilse's Bess lays on at 'at 'cause they're fisher fowk, they hae a speecial mission to convert the warl'." "What foon' they that upo'?" asked Malcolm. "Ow, what the Saviour said to Peter an' the lave o' them 'at was fishers to come to him, an' he would mak them fishers o' men." "Ay, I see!
For I hae gotten the gueed o' this warl'; and gin I binna ready for the neist, it's because o' my sins, and no o' my savours. For I wad glaidle depairt and be with the Lord. But this young man has never seen thy face; and, O Lord, I'm jist feared that my coontenance micht fa' even in thy kingdom, gin I kent that Alec Forbes was doon i' the ill place.
Gin ye touch that bottle again, faith, I'll brain ye, and sen' ye into the ither warl' withoot that handle at least for Sawtan to catch a grip o' ye by. And there may be a handle somewhaur o' the richt side o' ye for some saft-hertit angel to lay han' upo' and gie ye a lift whaur ye ill deserve to gang, ye thrawn buckie! Efter a' that I hae said to ye! Damn ye!"
One by one the Dalesmen took away their dead, and the little man was left alone with the body of his last friend. Dry-eyed he sat there, nursing the dead dog's head; hour after hour alone crooning to himself: "'Monie a sair daurk we twa hae wrought, An' wi' the weary warl' fought! An' mony an anxious day I thought We wad be beat. An' noo we are, Wullie noo we are!"
This auld hoose is no a'thegither a heepocreet: it can haud the sun aff o' ye yet." Thomas had seen Annie holding her hand to her head, an action occasioned partly by the heat and partly by the rebuff Alec had given her. She stepped into the shadow beside him. "Isna the warl' fu' o' bonnie things cheap?" Thomas went on. "The sun's fine and het the day.
Robert, gin it had only pleased the Almichty to sen' me into the warl' in a some respectable kin' o' a fashion! 'Wi' a chance a' gaein' aboot the country like that curst villain yer brither, I suppose? retorted Robert, rousing himself for a moment. 'Na, na, responded Shargar. 'I'll stick to my ain mither. She never learned me sic tricks. 'Do ye that. Ye canna compleen o' God.
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