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"There's no dependin' on the ice, by no means," remarked Amos Parr, "for I've see'd the self-same sort of thing that ye mention happen to a small schooner in Davis Straits, only, instead o' crushin' it flat, the ice lifted it right high and dry out o' the water, and then let it down again, without more ado, as sound as iver." "Get out the warps and ice-anchors, there," cried the captain.
I micht as weel cry upo' the win' as it blaws by me! I canna understan' 't! I ken weel ye'll soon be a great man, and a' the toon crushin to hear ye; and I ken jist as weel that I'll hae to sit still in my seat and luik up to ye whaur ye stan', no daurin to say a word no daurin even to think a thoucht lest somebody sittin aside me should hear't ohn me spoken.
But Mona fell an' the team passed over her ankles crushin' both of 'em badly. Her age an' the shock, together with her injury, made 'em sure she couldn't live long. The chaplain had been sent for, they told me, an' would come at any moment now. "She was sleepin' when I reached her, so I sat down beside the bed an' waited.
'Wor takin' raycraytion, All by the Baltic Say!" "Help the ould woman there." "Queen o' Patriots pray for us! St. Abraham go to the divil, you bosthoon; is it crushin' my sore leg you are? St. Abraham pray for us! St. Isinglass, pray for us! St. Jonathan, musha, I wisht you wor in America, honest man, instid o' twistin' my arm like a gad f St.
Then there are figgers in groups representin' the old laborious way of minin', old crushin' mortars and mills of ancient Mexico, propelled by mules, compared with the automatic tramways and hydraulic transmission of coal by a liquid medium, and all the other swift and modern ways. South Africa shows off her diamond fields.
I even went so far south as Mexico, where I laboured in the silver mines an' learned the Mexican method o' crushin' quartz with arrastras. "All this time I was haunted by the memory o' the gold which I'd washed out in Carson Valley; the more I thought about it, the more certain I was that untold riches lay buried there.
"Go home wid you!" wildly reiterated the old woman, her eyes blazing so fearfully, that the child shrunk instinctively back "crass your father's flure! inther the man's house who sint my son my only son! my heart's blood! from his native land, wid disgrace upon his name, and the heavy hand ov power crushin' him to the earth!
"I should say they, weren't the steps of cattle; they were too light for that. Though they couldn't help crushin' the dry sticks and rubbish they couldn't help seein' lyin' in the way. Don't you think so Philips?" "I did, corporal, and so sure did I guess them to be no cattle that it was me that whistled." "Then there's no use in going farther," remarked the Virginian gravely.
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