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I consider as paper wads lies at the root uv popillar edyercation; ther a necessary adjunck uv the skool systim. Mr. Cheerman, I move and second that this yer skoolmarster be shot." Mr. Grile did not remain to observe the result of the voting. Retribution.
Cheerman and gentlemen 'Mistress MacGregor 'll be efter ye hersel', gin ye dinna gang, said Meg. 'Let her come. Duv ye think I'm fleyt at her? De'il a step 'll I gang till I please. Tell her that, Meg. Meg left the room, with a broad grin on her good-humoured face. 'What's the bitch lauchin' at? exclaimed MacGregor, starting to his feet.
"Well, I dunno as I should, if I was you," said the countryman, rather slyly. "You haven't answered my question yet," said Holden, impatiently. "Oh, about the cheerman of the selectmen. It's Captain Joseph Ross." "Where does he live?" "A leetle this side of the village. You'll know the house, well enough. It's a large, square house painted white, with a well-sweep in front."
Cheerman!" sounded out from the rear of the hall, and to the great indignation of Mr. O'Fake and to everybody else's surprise, Mr. Duffer Leech, the Man with the Phenomenal Skull, was observed to be standing with his arm lifted and his index finger extended towards the Chair. Mr. O'Fake was much too astonished at Mr. Leech's audacity to express himself.
He sat down amid silence which was presently broken by the shrill voice of Duffer. "Mr. Cheerman," said Duffer. "I rise to a p'int o' order." "Pint o' vot?" inquired the Chair. "Order, sir, order!" cried Duffer, who had long been a member of an East Side debating club. "Vell, I hunderstands you, Duffer, hall as far's you've vent. But it's wery himportant, me boy, vot you horders a pint of.
That I had a sair doon come whan he took to the drink, I am forced to confess. But I aye thocht he was strauchtforet, notwithstandin' the whusky. I wasna prepared for sic a doonfa' as this. I maun jist confess, Mr Cheerman, that I heard him throu' the crack o' the door-cheek. And he broucht sic deevilich accusations " "Mr Cupples!" cried Alec.
There's sma' profit in addin' my testimony to the weight o' that; but I wad jist like to tell this company, Mr Cheerman and gentlemen, hoo I cam' to ken mair aboot the affair nor my frien' Alec Forbes is awar' o'. That same efternoon, I expeckit him i' the leebrary as I hae said, and whan he didna come, I took my hat that was about a half-hoor efter the laird left me and gaed oot to luik for him.
Cheerman, fact is, that Abolition is everything, and nuthin' else is nuthin'." Some of the younger portion of the audience wished to raise a laugh, but the reddening, angry faces of the prominent friends of the slave were turned upon them instantly, and overawed them. All were silent for a moment, when the Chairman rose to speak.
His head was down, and he glanced out of the lower part of his eyes over the congregation, while his hands fumbled at the sides of his trousers in an embarrassment which may have been pretended or otherwise. "Mistah Cheerman," he said, "fu' myse'f, I ain't no speakah. I ain't nevah been riz up dat way. I has plowed an' I has sowed, an' latah on I has laid cyahpets, an' I has whitewashed.
"'Resolvit, says the cheerman, 'that this meetin', duly an' truly assembled, passes a hairty vote o' thanks to Tam o' the Scoots, the Mageecian o' the Air-r, for the grand fight he made against a superior enemy Carried. "'Resolvit, says the cheerman, 'that we'll no' ta' onny more risk, but confine oor attentions to strafin' spotters " "Carried wi' acclaimation.
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