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"It happens to be in his wife's, not his, handwriting did ever such a scrap of a woman write so sprawling a hand!" she replied, holding the letter up. "But she'll let us know in the letter how Crozier is, won't she?" Kitty had now recovered herself, and slowly she opened the envelope and took out the letter. As she did so something fluttered to the ground. Jesse Bulrush picked it up.
Thou wilt not abandon thy father, wilt thou, little one, when thou shalt be tall and strong as a bulrush, and he shall be bent and gnarled with age, like the old medlar on the lawn at the Manor? Thou wilt be his rod and staff, wilt thou not, sweetheart?" The child flung her arms round his neck and kissed him. It was her only answer, but that mute reply was a vow.
Kitty laughed happily and very whimsically. "Like none since Moses was found among the bulrushes! Where was this one found, and what do you intend to call him Jesse, after his 'pa'?" "No nothing so common. He's to be called Shiel Shiel Crozier Bulrush, that's to be his name." The face of the girl became a shade pensive now. "Oh! And do you think you can guarantee that he will be worth the name?
"He's going away with her back to the old country, and we might just as well think about getting other borders, for I suppose Mr. Bulrush and his bonny bride will set up a little bulrush tabernacle on the banks of the Nile" she nodded in the direction of the river outside "and they'll find a little Moses and will treat it as their very own." "Kitty, how can you!" Kitty shrugged a shoulder.
There had taken the place of Augustus Burlingame a land-agent Jesse Bulrush who came and went like a catapult, now in domicile for three days together, now gone for three weeks; a voluble, gaseous, humorous fellow, who covered up a well of commercial evasiveness, honesty and adroitness by a perspiring gaiety natural in its origin and convenient for harmless deceit.
And saying this her head bowed like the water tossed plume of a bulrush; she felt her limbs fail, and her strength abandoning her, and, gliding almost inanimate from the arms of her companions, sank down upon the turf. Let us leave poor La Valliere, who had fainted in the arms of her two companions, and return to the precincts of the royal oak.
Manabozho was the first to strike hurling a great piece of the black rock, which struck the West directly between the eyes, who returned the favor with a blow of bulrush, that rung over the shoulders of Manabozho, far and wide, like the whip-thong of the lightning among the clouds.
She was rather scantily dressed, and her arms and feet were bare; round her neck, however, was a handsome string of corals, with ornaments of gold; in her hand she held a bulrush. 'All alone here, brother? said the girl, as I looked up; 'all alone here, in the lane; where are your wife and children? 'Why do you call me brother? said I; 'am no brother of yours.
They have very fair wheat, the ear of which is two hand-breadths long and as big as a great bulrush, the stem or straw being almost as thick as a man's little finger. The grains are white and round, shining like pearls that have lost their lustre, and about the size of our pease. Almost their whole substance turns to flour, leaving very little bran.
To the northward, the lance has but one point: The shaft is made of cane, or the stalk of a plant somewhat resembling a bulrush, very straight and light, and from eight to fourteen feet long, consisting of several joints, where the pieces are let into each other, and bound together; to this are fitted points of different kinds; some are of hard heavy wood, and some are the bones of fish: We saw several that were pointed with the stings of the sting-ray, the largest that they could procure, and barbed with several that were smaller, fastened on in a contrary direction; the points of wood were also sometimes armed with sharp pieces of broken shells, which were stuck in, and at the junctures covered with resin: The lances that are thus barbed, are indeed dreadful weapons, for when once they have taken place, they can never be drawn back without tearing away the flesh, or leaving the sharp ragged splinters of the bone or shell which forms the beard, behind them in the wound.
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