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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Whistle it!" exclaimed Bony Balmore. "Sing it!" came from Fred Kaler. "Here I'll help you out," and he began to play on his harmonica. "Whole-wheat-whangdoodles!" cried Nat Anderson, "but tell us, Jack. Don't keep us in suspense." "It's the bell," said Jack. "I'm accused of taking it down and putting it in Grimm's room.
There was one other in that picture, standing near my mother, and looking at me, who often used to speak of our great ancestor my grandfather, John Mitchell, the Gentleman of Balmore, as he was called, out of regard for his ancestry and his rare merits.
There was one other in that picture, standing near my mother, and looking at me, who often used to speak of our great ancestor my grandfather, John Mitchell, the Gentleman of Balmore, as he was called, out of regard for his ancestry and his rare merits.
Then I got a wild hunger to fire it at all times; so much so, indeed, that powder and shot were locked up, and the musket was put away in my grandfather's chest. But now and again it was taken out, and I made war upon the unresisting hillside, to the dismay of our neighbours in Balmore.
"Well, he'd better go a bit slow, I'm thinking." The boys crowded around Jack and John, anxious to know if they were hurt. All were loud in their indignation when they learned what had happened. "Let's pay that snob back!" suggested Dick Balmore. "Make him sleep with you one night," suggested Fred, for Dick was so tall and thin that he had been christened "Bony" by his chums.
Did ye smell the wild scent in the green o' the wood? That's the breath o' my ain, o' my bairnie. Sae I'll gang awa' hame, to the shine o' the fire, To the cot where I lie wi' my bairnie. "These words came crooning over the grass of that little garden at Balmore which was by my mother's home.
"I have heard my mother speak these words over often, and they were, as I said, like an old song in Balmore and Glasgow. He set me down, and then walked away, waving the frightened people back; and there was none of them that slept that night. "Now comes the stranger thing. In the morning The Man was found dead in my little fort, at the foot of the wall.
"I have heard my mother speak these words over often, and they were, as I said, like an old song in Balmore and Glasgow. He set me down, and then walked away, waving the frightened people back; and there was none of them that slept that night. "Now comes the stranger thing. In the morning The Man was found dead in my little fort, at the foot of the wall.
Little by little the fort grew, until it was a goodly pile; for now and then a village youth helped me, or again an old man, whose heart, maybe, rejoiced to play at being child again with me. Years after, whenever I went back to Balmore, there stood the fort, for no one ever meddled with it, nor tore it down.
Then I got a wild hunger to fire it at all times; so much so, indeed, that powder and shot were locked up, and the musket was put away in my grandfather's chest. But now and again it was taken out, and I made war upon the unresisting hillside, to the dismay of our neighbours in Balmore.
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