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There was a fule body that wantit sair to sit doon wi' 's. But what cud we do? We cudna ken whether he had savin' grace or no, for the body cudna speyk that a body cud unnerstan' him?" "And ye didna lat him sit doon wi' ye?" "Na. Hoo cud we?" "The Lord didna dee for him, did he?" "We cudna tell." "And what did the puir cratur do?"
'What do you do then, Geordie? I asked. 'Oo ay, I juist gang for a bit walk wi' the lad, and then pits the kettle on an' maks a cup o' tea or coffee, an' aff he gangs tae sleep like a bairn. 'Poor Billy, I said pityingly, 'there's no hope for him in the future, I fear. 'Hoot awa, man, said Geordie quickly. 'Ye wadna keep oot a puir cratur frae creepin' in, that's daein' his best?
Some of the biscuit was so bad that it had to be thrown away, and the remainder eaten, as Moses said, with closed eyes! "It's an ill wind that blaws naebody guid," said Macleod to Moses Pyne, as he came on deck to enjoy a pipe after their first dinner on board. "What d'ee think that queer cratur Flynn is doin' doon below?" "Nothing very useful, I daresay," said Moses. "Ye're wrang for ance.
But with Gibbie, and even with the dainty Ginevra, he could not yet bring himself to talk anything but his mother-tongue. "I cannot mak my moo'," he would say, "to speyk onything but the nat'ral tongue o' poetry till sic a bonnie cratur as Miss Galbraith; an' for yersel', Gibbie man!
"Eh, ye puir ootcast!" she said, in the pitying voice of a mother, "hoo cam ye here sic a hicht? Cratur, ye hae left the warl' ahin' ye. What wad ye hae here? I hae naething." Receiving no answer but one of the child's betwitching smiles, she stood for a moment regarding him, not in mere silence, but with a look of dumbness. She was a mother.
"Ae man thrashin', an' twa birdies pickin'!" she went on, quoting the old nursery nonsense. Then she stooped, and let down her veil. Florimel hated her, and therefore might know her. "It's the day o' the Lord wi' auld Sanny Grame!" she resumed to herself, as she lifted her head. "He's stickit nae mair, but a chosen trumpet at last! Foul fa' 'im for a wearifu' cratur for a' that!
But aih! he likes to hear the sea moanin', an' watch the stars sheenin'! There's a sicht o' oondevelopit releegion in him, as Maister Graham says; an' I du not believe 'at the Lord 'll see him wranged mair nor 's for 's guid. But it's my belief, gien ye took the leeberty frae the puir cratur, ye wad kill him." "Then you won't help me!" she cried despairingly.
Never ae word has the cratur spoken!" "Ye sud learn him to read, mither," said Donal. "Hoo wad I du that, laddie? I wad hae to learn him to speyk first," returned Janet. "Lat him come doon to me, an' I'll try my han'," said Donal. Janet, notwithstanding, persisted in her refusal for the present.
His head dropped suddenly to one side; his whole frame became limp, and he fell, as it were, in a heap on the ground, almost bringing the Highlander on the top of him. "Oh! the miserable cratur," exclaimed Bane, relaxing his grasp with a feeling of self-reproach, for he had a strong suspicion that his captive really was Salamander. "I do believe I've killed him. Wow!
"Just the contrary, me boy; I feel that if I had taken just one glass more of the cratur me brain would have been clearer and I should have been to the fore. But I bear you no malice, Terence. Maybe the ideas would not have managed to straighten themselves out until after we had had to haul down the flag, and then it would have been too late to have been any good.
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