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Updated: June 28, 2025
"They shot my father waylaid and killed him some home-made Yankee bush-whackers that infested these hills as you know." The Bishop nodded. "I know I know it was awful. 'But vengeance is mine I will repay' saith the Lord." "Well, I was young, an' my father you know how I loved him. Befo' I c'ud get home they had burned our house, killed my sick mother from exposure and insulted my sisters."
"Av ye hit it up a bit mebbe ye c'ud be in toime to see the ind av it to-morrow, Oi dunno." "But truly, Geraid," asked Donald, "how are we doing?" "As weil as c'ud be ixpected av a lot of farmers," replied the irrepressible Gerald. "Ye moight do worse, Oi dunno. Mebbe av ye tho't ye were hoeing potatoes ye c'ud do betther. Can't ye hit up a bit?"
But his report was, after all, far from complete or conclusive. 'I've follered her, he declared, 'till my laigs ached, an' I never seen a woman 'at c'ud git over the ground like her. Ever sence that first trip my laigs 'a' bin stiff!
"W'en yo're blind," he said, ramming his pipe full of black tobacco, "they's other things comes to ye. I know the run of this ship, blindfold, you might say. I c'ud go aloft in a pinch, or steer her. More grog?" But Rainey abstained after the first glass, though Lund went on lowering the bottle without apparent effect. "So yo're a bit of a sailor?" the giant asked presently. "An' a scholar.
He was hard as iron, but he had served a tough apprenticeship to labor, and his hands and nails, he fancied, would never get into shape again. "Now you're talkin'," agreed Lund. "We c'ud have handled it in fine shape an' left the machine behind as junk or a souvenir for our Jap friends. We've got to cut out this four-hour shift. Too much time wasted changin'. Too many meals.
"An' that you had ten dollars in gold around yo' neck in a little bag, given you by your ole Granny when she died an' knowin' how the Lord wus for the monkey, an' it bein' a dead cinch, an' all that an' these fellers blowin' an' offerin' to bet ten to one an' seein' you c'ud pick it up in the road all for the little church, mind you, Bishop "
"I heard someone make a remark and then Sagorski's voice sneering. Flynn dropped his hands and turned. "'Ye always c'ud talk, Sagorski, said he. 'But talk's cheap. I'll match the bye again ye six rounds, fer points, double or quits, the same bein' the small amount that's been hangin' betune us the little matter of a year. "Sagorski was up in a moment, smiling rather disdainfully.
"Damn' sight better sailorman than he is doctor," retorted Lund. "Hear him the other mornin' w'en I asked him if he c'ud give me somethin' to help my eyes hurtin'? 'I'm no eye specialist, sez he. 'Try some boracic acid, my man. I wouldn't put ennything in my eyes he'd give me, you can lay to that. He'd give me vitriol, if he thought I'd use it. I wouldn't let him treat a sick cat o' mine.
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