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Talk about speedin'! When you're travelin' through the water at a forty-mile-an-hour gait, and so close you can trail your fingers, you know all about it. Although it's a calm mornin', with hardly a ripple, the motion was a little bumpy. No wonder! Then all of a sudden I has a sinkin' sensation somewhere under my vest, the bumpin' stops, and I feels like I'd shuffled off somethin' heavy.
Oh, murther! it's worse it's growin' I suppose 't is the bumpin' she's gettin' that shakes the breath out of her sthrong oh, there it is again phew!"
He put his hands to his face, an' wint back to th' house. "But she wint bumpin' on, Jawn, till she come up be th' house. Father Kelly was standin' out in front, an' ol' man Donahue was layin' down th' law to him about th' tariff, whin along come th' poor foolish girl with all th' kids in Bridgeport afther her. Donahue turned white. 'Say a pather an' avy quick, he says to the priest.
The old man peering through the window seemed to have bent and whitened even since he came into the room. "Look 'ere, Dickey," went on David, "this dashed fairy-tale won't hold water. You know Coke. Is 'e the kind o' man to go bumpin' round like a stage 'ero, an' hoisting Union Jacks as the ship sinks? I ax you, is 'e? It's nonsense, stuff an' nonsense.
She was sitting up in the bed with a shawl around her. 'Danel, she said, 'there's something lumbering around the boat. Hadn't you better slip down an' see about it? I told mother I reckoned it was a swimmin' tree. Sometimes they hit against the boat when they go down. Then I waked Mart up an' told him mother heard somethin' bumpin' against the boat, an' I reckoned it was a swimmin' tree.
"The world's gittin' so darned full uh crooks, a man can't turn around now'days without bumpin' into a few!" he exploded bitterly. "What kind uh hold-up game YOU playin', Mr. Nolan? If that's your name," he added fiercely. Mack Nolan laughed to himself and rubbed the ash from his cigarette against the sole of his shoe.
"My Uncle Peter lived there when she came, and lives there now, a kind of vally to the old Colonel," she said, "and he's told me of the mornin' the Colonel brung her home, a queer-looking little thing, in her clothes, I mean, and offul peppery, I judge, fightin' everybody who came near her, and rollin' on the floor, bumpin' and cryin' for a nigger who had took care of her somewhere, nobody knows where, for the Colonel never told, and if Uncle Peter knows, he holds his tongue.
I'd met one o' them ten mile up the river, as it might be this afternoon; an' the fire it took place as it might be to-morrow mornin'." "But where was you when the fire broke-out? that's the question," demanded Dave, with a pleasant side-glance round the table. "Eh?" "You'll be bumpin' up agen a snag some o' these times, young feller," muttered the bullock driver.
Run her before it. Besides, she'll be blown offshore soon now. Run her across the bay. South-south-east. She ought to fetch Provincetown." "Yes, sir. But when we get out from under the lee of the land what'll happen?" "I don't know; but I do know what'll happen to her bumpin' over the rocks of this shore on a night like this!" Jan touched Mrs. Goles's arm. "We better go below now, I think.
Once or twice I lay still for jest a second or two, an' then away I went agin, trailin' and bumpin' over the ground, as if I had been tied to the tail o' a gallopin' hoss. All the while there wur a yellin' in my ears as if all the cats an' dogs of creation were arter me. "Wal, it wur some time afore I compre'nded what all this rough usage meant. I did at last.
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