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And, dropping lightly from the moving komatik, he waited to run along for a while with Skipper Ed, while Bobby ran alone with his own sledge. Once a lonely raven coming from somewhere out of the blank spaces alighted on the ice a quarter of a mile in advance of Bobby's team and directly in its track. The dogs saw it immediately, and in an instant they were after it at a mad gallop.
From a drawer in his desk Johnson quietly drew copies of the morning papers, each one folded carefully to an article in which, under wide variations of embarrassing head-lines, the facts of Bobby's latest frittering of his father's good money were once more facetiously, even gleefully, set forth and embellished, with added humorous speculations as to how he would probably cremate his new fund.
And Bobby, going home with Meg, his handkerchief tied over his puffy eye, felt like a real general, wounded, tired, but successful and happy. Mother Blossom always knew what to do for the little hurts, and she bandaged Bobby's eye and listened to the account of the snow fight with great interest. "Meg, Meg!"
"But it would not change the facts in the case at all. You are spoiling the whole play the most effective scenes in it, too by your obstinacy. Mr. Mann has given you up as a bad egg, that's all. If the play is a failure, it will be your fault." And for once Laura Belding did not interfere to stop Bobby's tart tongue. Perhaps the bell for assembly rang too quickly for Mother Wit to interfere.
It was not long after the ice came that the missionary from Nain visited them, and met Bobby for the first time. He was a tall, jolly man, and made much of Bobby, asking many questions about the manner of Bobby's coming. "It is very strange," said he. "Shall I not take him, Abel, to the Mission, and care for him there? You do not want a white child."
Those towns upon the Kennebec, the two hundred books he was to sell, loomed up before him, for it was with them he had to do. Grasping the little valise he carried with him, he was hastening out of the station house when a hand was placed upon his shoulder. "Got off slick didn't I?" said Tom Spicer, placing himself by Bobby's side.
He made no noise, neither barking nor whimpering, and that was very strange for a dog of the terrier breed; but each instant of delay he became more insistent, and even frantic, to have the gate unlatched. Mr. Traill refused to believe what Bobby's behavior indicated, and reproved him in the broad Scotch to which the country dog was used. "Nae, Bobby; be a gude dog.
Mark's, the jewelled chalices and patens, the agate and crystal vessels, the reliquaries of gold and precious stones, the candlesticks, the two textus covers of golden cloisonné, and even the turquoise cup itself, turned dull and wan and common by comparison with her beauty. "Your eminence," she said, "you must pardon Bobby's gaucherie.
"I have felt less spiritually alarmed in those places of grinning skulls, which always seem trying to recite agonies beyond expression, than I feel in this house. For here the woods are more desolate than the jungle, and the walls of houses as old as this make a prison for suffering." A vague discomfort stole through Bobby's surprise. He had never heard Paredes speak so seriously.
For love of his master he would starve, or he would leap to his death without an instant's hesitation." All this time the man had been stroking Bobby's head and neck. Now, feeling the collar under the thatch, he slipped it out and brought the brass plate up to the light. "Propose your toast to Greyfriars Bobby, Captain. His story is vouched for by no less a person than the Lord Provost.
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