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As it stood there for a few seconds Yan wet his finger in his mouth and held it up. A slight coolness on the side next the coming creature told Yan that the breeze was from it to him and would not betray him.
But when it's a shearin', or a dippin', yo' unnerstand, farmin' folk'll coom a long way to help yan anuther." "Are they all farmers about here?" "Mostly. Well, there's Duddon Castle!" Thyrza's voice, a little muffled by the tin-tacks in the mouth, came from somewhere near the top of a tall window "Oh an' I forgot!
What a rich, full morning that was. Everything seemed to turn up for them. As they walked over a piney hill, two large birds sprang from the ground and whirred through the trees. "Ruffed Grouse or 'patridge', as the farmers call them. There's a pair lives nigh aboots here. They come on this bank for the Wintergreen berries." And Yan was quick to pull and taste them.
"I guess you better do the talking; Caleb ain't so easy handled as the witch, and he's just as sour on Da." So Yan went forward rather cautiously and knocked at the open door of the shanty. A deep-voiced Dog broke into a loud bay, the long beard appeared, and its owner said, "Wall?" "Are you Mr. Clark?" "Yep." Then, "Lie down, Turk," to a black-and-tan Hound that came growling out.
He was utterly baffled, and lay there puzzling over it, when suddenly all the near Peepers stopped, and Yan was startled by a footfall; and looking around, he saw a man within a few feet, watching him. Yan reddened a stranger was always an enemy; he had a natural aversion to all such, and stared awkwardly as though caught in crime.
Now he was within twelve feet and no move; ten feet and Bunny seemed in tranquil sleep; eight feet and now the Fox for the first time seemed to actually see his victim. Yan had hard work to keep from shouting a warning; six feet and now the Fox was plainly preparing for a final spring. "Is it right to let him?" and Yan's heart beat with excitement.
The snarling under the root died away, and as soon as his enemy was gone the Mink dived into the water and was lost to view. These two animals had a second meeting, as Yan had the luck to witness from his watching-place. He had heard the "plop" of a deft plunge, and looked in time only to see the spreading rings near the shore. Then the water was ruffled far up in the pond.
Nothing would hire me to do it. Joey indeed!" added Liza, with a vision of the blacksmith's sanguine head rising before her, "why, you might light a candle at his poll." Mrs. Garth's banter was not calculated to outlast this kind of assault. Rising to her feet, she said: "Weel, thou'rt a rare yan, I will say. Yer ower fond o' red ribbons, laal thing.
Yan eagerly turned it over, and there lay the Red Squirrel, quite still and unharmed apparently, but at the end of her nose was a single drop of blood. Close beside her were five little Squirrels, evidently a very late brood, for they were naked, blind and helpless. One of them had at its nose a drop of blood and it lay as still as the mother.
"Granny, do you know what the Indians use for dyeing colours?" asked Yan, harking back to his main purpose. "Shure, Yahn, they jest goes to the store an' gets boughten dyes in packages like we do." "But before there were boughten dyes, didn't they use things in the woods?" "That they did, for shure. Iverything man iver naded the good Lord made grow fur him in the woods." "Yes, but what plants?"
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