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Updated: June 6, 2025
I says to me: 'You ain't astride nothin' but a little roan goat that only knows cows; but you got the chancet of your life, Tom Collins, to make a killin'. That's right! "That is a twisty gulch I'll show it to you while we're up here prospectin' and all I could hear was old Blackie's hoofs clattering, and once in a while he'd whistle. He's got a neigh like a steam whistle.
I vetoed this as unfair, and Boston went about the work, but sullenly. Next day was Blackie's peggy, as he well knew. When we came below at noon, he made no move to fetch the grub from the galley. "How about dinner, Blackie?" I demanded. "Well how about it?" he replied. "I'm no servant girl! Get your own grub!" All hands looked at me, expectantly.
74. i.e., My profession the soul, shrinking from pain, moving him one way, and his profession another. Ed. 'To scrabble, to go on all fours 'to move along on the hands and knees, by clawing with the hands. Blackie's Imperial Dictionary. Ed.
Blackie's little cubby-hole of an office is always blue with smoke, and cluttered with a thousand odds and ends photographs, souvenirs, boxing-gloves, a litter of pipes and tobacco, a wardrobe of dust-covered discarded coats and hats, and Blackie in the midst of it all, sunk in the depths of his swivel chair, and looking like an amiable brown gnome, or a cheerful little joss-house god come to life.
New squadrons appeared which had never been seen before on this front. The Franco-American unit came up from X, and did some very audible fraternizing with what was locally known as "Blackie's lot," a circumstance which ordinarily would have caused Tam's heart to rejoice.
As for little Jean, she had fortunately happened to be beyond Blackie's range of observation; for it was on Elsie that his sole gaze had been fixed, and he only vented his baulked fury on Geordie when the vision of bright colours slipped away. Gowrie's ploughman happened to be passing near, and had been a witness of the scene, though it was impossible for him to give timely help.
But each time they tried to lift him the boy got so deathly pale, and seemed to suffer so intensely, that even Mistress Gowrie was obliged to acknowledge that it might be best to wait till the doctor came. Indeed, it soon became evident to all that Blackie's blows had touched some vital part, and Geordie's herding days were done.
One of Kumodini Babu's friends, who happened to be a Calcutta B.A., would not lose the opportunity of airing his superior learning. "What are your English text-books?" he asked. "Blackie's Self-culture, Helps' Essays, Milton's Paradise Lost, and Tennyson's Enoch Arden," gabbled Samarendra in one breath. "Very good, now please fetch your Paradise Lost."
Twice when Blackie's trail crossed that of other black bears, the tracks showed that all stopped to play, romping much as children romp and showing a sociable disposition.
Professor Blackie's opening chapter on "Presumptions" fully justifies its title.
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