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A big burly Swede came forward from the miner's tent. "Are you one of the new settlers?" asked Wayland. "Yaw! A gott pig varm! Tra vor years mak' pig money liffin' y'ere! Mae voman, Ae send her vork citie; Ae build mae house y're!" "All these children yours?" "Yaw!" The man smiled bigly, incredulous that any one could doubt. "Have you filed for a homestead for each of them?" "Yaw!"
A young man stood at the entrance a stocky, bull-necked young miner, in tweed Sunday clothes and an aggressive neck-tie. He was a sinister-looking figure, with dark, insolent eyes, and the jaw and throat of a bulldog. "Look y'ere!" said he again. "Why hast thou not sent t' medicine oop as thy master ordered?" Montgomery had become accustomed to the brutal frankness of the northern worker.
"Quite well, Gallagher. And you?" "Tol'able, thank you." "These are my friends from the East." The Centipede foreman ran his eyes coldly over Jean's companions until they rested upon Speed, where they remained. He shifted a lump in his cheek, spat dexterously, and directed his remark at the Yale man. "I rode over to see if y'all would like to lay a little mo' on this y'ere foot-race.
His brains were fairly good, but brains of that quality were a drug in the market. He only excelled in his strength, and where was he to find a customer for that? But the ways of Fate are strange, and his customer was at hand. "Look y'ere!" said a voice at the door. Montgomery looked up, for the voice was a loud and rasping one.
Wherever they had been ransacking, as yet they had not attacked my father's house; it stood up on the other side the road barred, black, silent. I heard a muttering "Th' old man bean't there." "Nobody knows where he be." No, thank God! "Be us all y'ere?" said the man with the torch, holding it up so as to see round him. It was well then that I appeared as Jem Watkins.
"It's Jim w'at says there ain't no Sante Claus, and I seen him " "Jim!" demanded the elder ragamuffin, sternly, looking hard at the culprit; "Jim! y'ere a chump! No Sante Claus? What're ye givin' us? Now, watch me!" With utter amazement the boys saw him disappear through the door under the tinkling bell into the charmed precincts of smoked herring, jam, and honey-cakes.
"You've been jobbed like you was a baby," said Glass. "There ain't but one thing to do now. Go into the house and change your clothes, and when you get ready to run, get ready to run for your life and mine." Over on the race-course Gallagher was inquiring: "Who's goin' to send these y'ere athaletes away?"
'A can't abide a wurrd o' that long-legged wench! Ha ha ha! An' look y'ere, Miss Tranter! I'd 'a given a shillin' in Tom's 'at when it went round, but I'm thinkin' as zummat in the face o' the owd gaffer up in bed ain't zet on beggin', an' m'appen a charity'd 'urt 'is feelin's like the poor-'ouse do.
My next visitor was a fellow-worker on his way to a job at the cross-roads. He stood gazing meditatively at my heap of stones. "Ow long 'ave yer bin at this job that y'ere in such a hurry?" I stayed my hammer to answer "Four months." "Seen better days?" "Never," I said emphatically, and punctuated the remark with a stone split neatly in four.
They'se everywhere, all about us, if we only had strong eyes enough to see 'em. An' cremation aint Christin. I'll tell ye for why," here he bent forward and tapped his two middle fingers slowly on Helmsley's chest to give weight to his words "Look y'ere! Supposin' our Lord's body 'ad been cremated, where would us all a' bin? Where would a' bin our 'sure an' certain 'ope' o' the resurrection?"
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