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Updated: October 28, 2025
'Make a chain, for the land is full o' bloody crimes an' the city is full o' violence! 'An' all that handle the oar, the mariners, an' all the pilots o' the sea, shall come down from theer ships, an' me amongst the rest. That's why I be here now, wi' bitterness o' heart an' bitter wailin' for my dead bwoy. That's why the rings of 'em be so full of eyes! They need be.
This parable moved Mrs. Blanchard more strongly than Will expected. She dropped her piece of bread and dripping, grew pale, and regarded her son with frightened eyes. Then she spoke. "Tell me true, Will; don't 'e play with a mother 'bout a life-an'-death thing like her cheel. I heard voices in the night, an' thought 't was a dream but oh, bwoy, not Chris, not our awn Chris!
An' your missis theer, if I haven't kept it for the last! 'Tis news four-an-twenty hour old now an' they wrote to 'e essterday, but I lay you missed the letter awin' to me " "Get on!" "Well, she've brought 'e a bwoy so now you've got both sorts bwoy an' cheel. An' all doin' well as can be, though wisht work for her, thinkin' 'pon you the while."
"Bwoy!" he said loudly, "doan't 'e be deceived that way. 'Gird 'e wi' sackcloth, lament and howl; for the fierce anger o' the Lard is not turned back from us. Three months o' righteousness is a purty bad set off 'gainst twenty years o' sin, an' it doan't become 'e to feel hopeful, I 'sure ye." The sick man's color paled, and a certain note as of triumph in his voice died out of it.
Ha Daddy, do, yah, nah beg you tell dem people for me; make dem Sally-own pussin know. Do yah. Berrah well. Ah lib nah Pademba Road one bwoy lib dah oberside lakah dem two Docter lib overside you Tampin office. Berrah well. Dah bwoy head big too much he say nah Militie Ban he got one long long ting so so brass, someting lib dah go flip flap, dem call am key. Berrah well. Had!
But I'll say nought an' think nought till you answers me. Be the bwoy yourn or not? Tell me true, with your hand on this." He took his Bible from the mantelpiece, while Will, apparently cowed by the gravity of the situation, placed both palms upon it, then fixed his eyes solemnly upon Mr. Lyddon.
"All the same, theer'd be hell an' Tommy to pay mighty quick, if you an' me did the things that bwoy does, an' carried on that onreligious," replied Mr. Blee, with gloomy conviction. "Ban't fair to other people, an' if 't was Doomsday I'd up an' say so. What gude deeds have he done to have life smoothed out, an' the hills levelled an' the valleys filled up? An' nought but sour looks for it."
"O God, give un back to me; O God, spare un; O kind God, give my li'l bwoy back." In the soft earth they laid him, "the little child whose heart had fallen asleep," and from piling of a miniature mound, from a small brown tumulus, now quite hid under primroses, violets, and the white anemones of the woods, Will Blanchard and his mother slowly returned to Newtake.
At length they reached Newtake, when Martin yielded up the basket and bade Chris "good-night." He had already turned, when she called him back in a strange voice. "Kiss the li'l bwoy, will 'e? I want 'e to. I'm that fond of un. An' he 'peared to take to 'e; an' he said 'By-by' twice to 'e, but you didn't hear un."
Well, then, 'them the Lard loveth He chasteneth. That's why Will's languishin' like. 'T won't last for ever." "Ah! But theer's other texts to other purpose. Not that I want 'e to dream my Phoebe's less to me than your son to you. I've got my eye on 'em, an' that's the truth; an' on my li'l grandson, tu." "Theer's gert things buddin' in that bwoy." "I hope so. I set much store on him.
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