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At sight of the man who, under Lapierre's orders, had wrought the destruction of his post at Snare Lake, MacNair leaped forward with a snarl of anger. But before he could reach the trembling man the form of Big Lena interposed, and MacNair found himself swamped by a jargon of broken English that taxed to the utmost his power of comprehension. "Ju yoost vait vun meenit. Ay tal ju som'ting gude.
With eyes mostly on the oil-clothed floor, the light-keeper would smoke and yarn unhurriedly. "No, no," Nelson would repeat. "For nineteen year now she ban here, yoost like you see now. No drift for ol' 67. She ban too well trained." But the chafed-out chains gave way at last. Christmas Eve it was, the night when Bowen had hoped to be through with his work.
Vell, I yoost vant you to understand dere's no better business in dis town dan I am a-doin' right in dis shop. But if I didn't tink it vas right, I vouldn't be doin' it at all. You talk in dis country as if de rum-sellers vas de very vorst people in de vorld.
She had found that staple groceries, sugar, flour, could be most cheaply purchased at Axel Egge's rustic general store. She said sweetly to Axel: "I think I'd better open a charge account here." "I don't do no business except for cash," grunted Axel. She flared, "Do you know who I am?" "Yuh, sure, I know. The doc is good for it. But that's yoost a rule I made. I make low prices.
"I vos yoost goin' to fill me op mit der dings like a good soldier, Captain," he said in anxiety. "So I perceive," I answered, my own spirits high. "The long night of fasting must have left quite a vacancy." "I vos like a cistern in mein insides, by Chiminy." "No doubt; well, I am rather hungry myself. Mrs. Bungay, in memory of old times cannot you spare me a plate?
"Looks like there's some woman comin' all the way from New York to see yer friend Hugo." "Vell, dat's yoost his own pusiness, I tank," answered the Swede, placidly. "Sure enough, but it's queer, anyways. Did he ever speak of havin' some gal back east?"
The man pointed at a bench upon which she could sit and stood at her side, shaving tobacco from a big black plug. She decided that his was a reassuring figure and that his face was a good and friendly one. "Do you think that that Mr. Ennis will come soon?" she finally found voice to ask. "Of course, ma'am. You yoost sit qviet. If Hugo he expect a leddy he turn up all right, sure.
Mebbe he tink it is a bear. Yes, put dis on too, you vants it all," she declared. "It's all of twelve mile out dere. If you not need de tings no longer, by and by you send 'em back. It's all right. I no need 'em. Yoost keep 'em so long vhat you like. Didn't Hugo Ennis tell you bring varm clothes vid you?" "No," said Madge. "I I don't think he spoke of them."
"And so," ventured the good wife, amiably, "you iss likely de sister from Hugo Ennis, ma'am?" Madge's fork clattered down upon her enamel-ware plate. "No," she said. "I of course I'm not his sister." "Excoose me. He don't nefer tell nobody as he vas marrit, Hugo didn't. Ve vas alvays tinking he vos a bachelor mans, yoost like most of dem young mans as come to dese countries."
"You poor leetle leddy," he repeated, "I feels most turriple sorry for Hugo, for it most tear my heart out yoost to look at him. But vhen I looks at you I feels turriple sorry for you too. I knows vhat it must be, sure ting, for a leetle leddy like you to be sittin' here, in dis leetle shack, a-lookin' at de man she lofe an see de life goin' out of him.
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