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"I'm more disposed to cry; to think of such a stout, brave lad as you should believe such nonsense." "Nonsense?" cried Dummy. "What, don't you be believe in ghosts and bor bogies, Master Mark?" "Do I look as if I did?" cried Mark contemptuously. "You wait till I get well, and if you tell me then that you believe in such silly old women's tales, I'll kick you." Dummy grinned.
The native grinned as he climbed awkwardly on the horse, for he was not used to riding, and, as he moved off, he pointed with his mutilated hand in the direction of the Musgrave Ranges and uttered the words: "Bor s Stoo bar." Sax sat down for a moment. These words reminded him that indeed this was his home, the land of his father, the place where perhaps he had been actually born.
That comfort ye, Mis' Green, bor?" The faint eyes looked solemnly in the healthy, stolid face above her. "There's nothin' don't comfort me, Mis' Barrett." "An' why's the raisen?" the neighbour reprovingly demanded. "Because yu're a-dyin', Mis' Green, and yu don't give yer mind tu it.
And he grasped my hand in his great iron fist, and fairly burst out crying. "Was he a relation of yours?" I asked, gently. "My bairn my bairn my eldest bairn. Dinnot yow ax me no moor dinnot then, bor'. Gie on, yow powney, and yow goo leuk vor un." Another long silence. "I've a been to Lunnon, looking vor un." Another silence.
A number of rats were introduced under this cover, and hot coals were heaped upon the vessel, till the rats, rendered furious by the heat, gnawed into the very bowels of the victim, in their agony to escape. The rats were sent by the Governor himself. Vide Letter of the Commissioners to Sonoy, apud Bor, viii. 640, 641. The whole letter is a wonderful monument of barbarity.
Meteren, the contemporary of Bor, wrote the history of the country from the accession of the House of Burgundy to the year 1612 a work which, with some faults, has a high place in the literature. Visscher, the Maecenas of the day, was distinguished for his epigrammatic and fugitive poems, and rendered immense service to letters by his influence on the literary men of his time.
Finding that he could not make any sound, Sax waited till the man again said the words, "Bor s Stoo bar," and then he pointed to himself several times and nodded, and then waved his hand to the Musgraves. The native grinned his understanding and again looked very closely into the white boy's face.
Jethro's reply had been that he was in no haste, that he could wait for what he came to get; that it was his own 'ay bor'! it was his own, and God or devil could not prevent the thing meant to be from the beginning of the world. He did not hear Fleda approach the hut; he was singing to himself a song he had learned in Montenegro.
These, with much banging and shaking, she spread upon the downstairs couch, indicating to the still weeping Depper it was there he was expected to pass the night. "Bor, you may well blubber!" she said to him, with a kind of comfortable scorn of him and his sorrow. "You 'ont ketch me a-dryin' yer tears for ye, and so I tell ye flat. A crule husban' yu ha' been as any woman ever had.
"When I ha' baked Depper's fourses cake, and sent it off by 'Meelyer's little gal she ha' lent her to me to go back and forth to the harvest-field, 'Meelyer have I kin go," the wife said; "not afore," hiccoughing loudly over the tea she tried to drink; "not afore not afore! Oh, how I wish I could, bor; how I wish I could!" "You're a-goin', this instant minute," the masterful Dinah declared.
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