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Updated: May 7, 2025
I don't say as she ain't the lastin'est kind er fool, ner I don't say a child ain't worse spattin' the lines an' standin' up an' hollerin' but I do say, 'tain't none of our business to shed 'em daown the road.""We don't," said the Deacon. "The baby tried to git some o' my tail for a sooveneer last fall when I was up to the haouse, an' I didn't kick. Boney's talk ain't goin' to hurt us any.
The red line splitting the darkness might have been a giant half-forged sword-blade with its point towards England. 'What is it, then? I asked. 'Just what I say, master, said he. 'It's one of Boney's armies, with Boney himself in the middle of it as like as not. Them is their camp fires, and you'll see a dozen such between this and Ostend.
These prints were signed Gilray, Bunbury, Rowlandson, Woodward, and some actually George Cruikshank for George is a veteran now, and he took the etching needle in hand as a child. He caricatured "Boney," borrowing not a little from Gilray in his first puerile efforts. He drew Louis XVIII. trying on Boney's boots.
The Army is all bye for us, Jock, Boney's by the heels; there's younger men upon the roster if the foreign route is called again in the barrack yard." His glance fell upon Gilian, wide-eyed, wonderful, in the shade beside Miss Mary's chair, and he turned to him with a different accent. "There you are!" said he, "my wan-faced warlock.
There is no other landing on all the south coast, this side of Hayling Island, fit to be compared with it for the use of flat-bottomed craft, such as most of Boney's are. And remember the set of the tide, which makes the fortunes of your fishermen. To be sure, he knows nothing of that himself; but he has sharp rogues about him.
In half an hour the stars were obscured by a thin veil of fleecy clouds, and, striking no trail in the bottoms, they turned to the big tract of woods on the hills and plunged straight into their depths for two miles. "Hush!" Tom suddenly stopped: Far off to the right came the bark of a dog on the run. "Ain't that old Boney's voice?" the father asked. "I don't think so," the Boy answered.
The little boat drew up alongside, was made fast at the stern as I suppose, for the largest sailed away, and we saw no more. 'My uncle Job told his officers as soon as he got back to camp; but what they thought of it I never heard neither did he. Boney's army never came, and a good job for me; for the Cove below my father's house was where he meant to land, as this secret visit showed.
Ere's a kid ain't eard where we been. Been!" the sudden thunder in his voice. "Why, in Boulong Arbour among Boney's craft. H'in and h'out, under Nap's nose. Stormed the Arbour Battery; set the gun-vessels afire; and came out under their guns, colours at the truck, and the bosun's boy in the mizzenchains singin O it's a snug little island, A right little tight little island."
The Boy stamped on the solid ground and couldn't believe it possible that any dog could smell game through six feet of earth. He lifted Boney's long nose and looked at it curiously.
Ye won't need that axe ter-night, Dennis." "Why?" "Wait an' see!" was the short answer. They hurried from the woods and had scarcely reached the edge of the field when suddenly old Boney's cry stopped short and in a moment the others were silent. "Good Lord, they've lost it!" Dennis groaned. And then came the quick, sharp, fierce bark of the leader announcing that the quarry had been located.
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