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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Awnly you'm right to look in the future and weigh the debt every man owes to the cheel he gets. He'll never cost you less thought or halfpence than he do to-day, an', wi'out croakin' at such a gay time, I will say he'll graw into a greater care an' trouble, every breath he draws." "Not him! Not the way I'm gwaine to bring un up. Stern an' strict an' no nonsense, I promise 'e" "That's right.
Karl could also have told his companions, that the turpentine itself which oozes out of the living tree is used by the people as an ointment for sores and that for chapped hands it is a speedy and effectual cure. The "cheel" pine is nearly always found side by side with the deodar especially where the latter forms the chief growth of the forest.
He 'm changing, an' the gert Moor have made his blood beat slower, I reckon, an' froze his young hope a bit." "He 's grawiug aulder, that's all. 'T is right as he should chatter less an' think more." "I suppose so; yet a mother feels a cold cloud come awver her heart to watch a cheel fighting the battle an' not winning it. Specially when she can awnly look on an' do nothin'." "Doan't you fear.
Karl knew that the "cheel" was one of those pines, the wood of which, being full of turpentine, make most excellent torches; and he had read, that for this very purpose it is used by all classes of people who dwell among the Himalaya mountains, and who find in these torches a very capital substitute for candles or lamps.
If a man gets a cheel wrong side the blanket 'tis just a passing sarcumstance, an' not to be took too serious. Half-a-crown a week is its awn punishment like. But if a gal do, 'tis destruction to the end of the chapter, an' shame everlasting in the world to come, by all accounts. You didn't ought to think o' such things, Miller, takin' a pure, gude maiden's carater like that. Surprised at 'e!"
As for me 'tis a gert thing to be the faither of a cheel as'll graw into a man some day, an' may even be a historical character, awnly give un time." "So 'tis a gert thing. Sit down; doan't tramp about. I lay you've been on your feet enough these late hours." Will obeyed, but proceeded with his theme, and though his feet were still his hands were not.
He abbun no call to worry no more 'bout me, I reckon. I be Nature's cheel, I be; an' my mother's turnin' hard too like a cat, as purrs to 'e wan moment an' sclows 'e the next. My day's done. I've chose wrong an' must abide by it. But 'tis along o' bein' sich a lil fool. Nature pushes the weak to the wall. I've seed that much 'o late days. I was born to have my heart broke, I s'pose.
Ax your awn mother if what I sez ban't God's truth. We as got the bwoys be content wi' that little. We awnly want to help theer young shoulders wi' our auld wans, to fight for 'em to the last. We'll let theer wives have the love, we will, an' ax no questions an' an' we'll break our hearts when the cheel 's took out o' his turn break our hearts by inches same as I be doin' now."
A masterful bwoy, like his faither before him, wild sometimes an' wayward tu, but not with women-folk. His faither loved in wan plaace awnly. He'll be true to your cheel whatever betides, or I'm a fule." "What's the use of that if he ban't true to himself? No, no, I caan't see a happy ending to the tale however you look at it. Wish I could.
I be a Nature's cheel an' doan't b'lieve in no devil an' no hell-fire 'tall." "I wish I was a Nachur's cheel then." Joan flung down a little bouquet of starry stitchworts she had gathered upon the way and turned very earnestly to Tom. "You be, you be a Nature's cheel. Us all be, but awnly a few knaws it." Tom laughed at this idea mightily.
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