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Updated: May 21, 2025
Help! I am drowning!" At the cry the top of a straw hat appeared in sight, and its owner came up-hill a small man, with twisted legs, in pale clay-coloured trousers, a black waistcoat, and brown linen shirtsleeves. His wrinkled face looked hot, and his hat was pushed to the back of his head. He took it off and wiped his face with his handkerchief while he looked round him. "Pouf!"
I could display this upon the cactus bushes; perhaps it would attract them. I had no alternative, and was turning to go back for the blanket, when, all at once, my eye rested upon a clay-coloured line running across the prairie beyond where the animals were feeding.
The old woman paused in the act of twirling the spindle, turned round to the rest of the party, lifted her withered, trembling, and clay-coloured hand, raised up her ashen-hued and wrinkled face, which the quick motion of two light-blue eyes chiefly distinguished from the visage of a corpse, and, as if catching at any touch of association with the living world, answered, "What gars the Glenallan family inter their dead by torchlight, said the lassie? Is there a Glenallan dead e'en now?"
The usual route from the station to Bury Street was "up," and the cab went by narrow by-streets, town lanes where the misery of the world is on show, where ill-looking men, draggled and over-driven women, and the jaunty ghosts of little children in gutters and on doorsteps proclaim, by every feature of their clay-coloured faces and every movement of their unfed bodies, the post-datement of the millennium; where the lean and smutted houses have a look of dissolution indefinitely put off, and there is no more trace of beauty than in a sewer.
The cliff overlooking the beach was honeycombed with untidy dug-outs; the beach itself rough and dirty, the water still dirtier, clay-coloured and coated with a thick scum of straw, grain, and other light debris from the barges that were unloading all that could honestly be said in its favour was that it was wet.
A face, with a certain mocking monkeyish expression, but without any trait of fierceness or ill-nature a nose slightly snub quick scintillating eyes a chin, tipped with a little tuft of clay-coloured beard some half-dozen queue-like tangles, of bright-yellowish hair, hanging down behind the hat the hat itself a black "silk," badly battered such were the salient points of the portrait appearing above the knee-caps of the taller man.
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