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Updated: September 9, 2025
He produced a folded sheet of paper, opened it, and read, "Amidst the seelance of the stars He fell, yon dooty mon o' Mars. The angels laffit To see this gaillant baird-man die. 'At lairst! At lairst! the angels cry, 'We've ain who'll teach us hoo to fly Thanks be, he's strafit!" "Fine," said Blackie with a smile, "but suppose you're 'strafit' instead?"
Then Tam, looking down, saw one of the bombing machines turn out of the line, and at the same time Blackie signaled, "Cover stragglers." The squadron was now well behind the British lines, but they were south of the aerodrome, having changed direction to meet the attacks.
"'Tis a grand invention I made out of my own head." "But what is the idea?" asked Blackie. "Captain Blackie, sir-r," said Tam, "I have a theery, and if you have no objection I'd like to try it oot." "Go ahead," said Blackie with a perplexed frown.
Why say, I ain't goin' t' have you comin' in here an' dampenin' up the whole place every little while! It's unhealthy for me, sittin' here in the wet." "Oh, shut up, Blackie," I said, happily. "How in the world did you do it?" "Never you mind. The question is, what you goin' t' do with him, now you've got him? Goin' t' have a French bunny for him, or fetch him up by hand?
For a week James remained in his own room. Then Christine was laid beside her father, and the shop was reopened, and the household returned to its ways. But James was not seen in house or shop, and the neighbors said, "Kirsty Cameron has had a wearisome sickness, and nae doobt her gudeman was needing a rest. Dootless he has gane to the Hielands a bit." But it was not northward James Blackie went.
True, I thought of hiding on the dark deck, and picking off the captain when he appeared on the poop. That is what Boston and Blackie expected me to do. But I dismissed this thought without serious consideration. It was uncertain, and I meant to make sure of the brute. Besides, it was, I felt, cowardly, and I would not be a coward.
In the old days Sexton Blackie had no choice but to go about from farmhouse to farmhouse with his pupils.
The little imps made believe they understood him when he said something witty or clever; for then they would nudge each other and giggle. No doubt it was a surprise to the parents to see how well the children conducted themselves throughout the examination. But Sexton Blackie was a remarkable man. He could make them do almost anything.
"We got to do it now, guns or no guns ain't that right, mates?" said the man, Green. "And the money, too!" added Blackie, artfully. "Enough of it aft there to set us all up for gents." Boston plucked me by the sleeve. "Me and Jack are goin' to have a few words private," says he to the rest. "He's with us no fear a feller like Jack Shreve stands by his mates. Come on, Jack."
You don't suppose fellows like Boltke or Immelmann or Richthoven would have done such a swinish thing?" That same night One-Three-One was bombed again, this time with more disastrous effects. One of the raiders was brought down by Blackie himself, who shot both the pilot and the observer, but the raid was only one of many.
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