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Land rose on all sides; bays and creeks ran upwards, out of sight; headlands, rich in verdure, magnificently wooded; houses standing out, here lonely and solitary, there clustering almost into towns and villages; the mouth of the Rance, leading up to Dol and Dinan, which some have called the Rhine of France, and everyone must think a stream lovely and romantic.
"Ashes to ashes," says he, "dhust to dhust," says he, in a thick blind rage, and hurled Dol smash between the stone jambs to the back of the fire. I saw Dol Rob Beag's neck take the corner of the jamb, and heard the wrench, and then the singeing smell started, and I pulled him out from the fire and the Skye man flung a stoup of water on him.
The girls surrounding Jane tittered audibly. Since when had plain Dol Vin become so foreign? "En ter!" drawled Dozia. "Yes, let's," to Jane. This little hiss was intended as a reactionary simper. "Miss Stearns would not be here on professional business," retorted Jane. "And she would never occupy one of your treatment chairs."
The boys, who had been stretched out in comfortable positions, drew themselves bolt upright, and sat aghast. They stared towards the camp-door, murmuring disjointedly. Into the mind of each flashed a remembrance of some story which Doctor Phil had told about a thieving partner who once robbed Herb Heal. "You've stirred up more than you bargained for, Dol," said Cyrus.
There's nothing on the right, I think, but here on the left is something like our cut D-o-l dol, p-h-i-n phin, Dolphin Inn. "Coach to Canterbury, Deal, Margate, sir, going directly," interrupted him, and reminded us that we had got to the end of the pier, and ought to be descending. Two or three coaches were drawn up, waiting to carry passengers on, but we had got to our journey's end.
Early in the summer of this same year, Francis Farrar, a wealthy cotton-merchant of Manchester, England, visited America on a business-trip, and became the guest of Cyrus's father. He brought with him his two sons, Neal, aged sixteen and a half, and Adolphus, familiarly called Dol, who was more than a year younger.
He was a bit of a genius at wood-carving, and surveyed his work with satisfaction when he considered it finished, having neatly cut upon it the name, "Chris Kemp," with the date, "October 20th, 1891." "Couldn't you add a text or motto of some kind?" suggested Dol, glancing over his shoulder. "Twould make it more like the things one sees in cemeteries. You're such a dab at that sort of work."
"Hitch on to me, Dol!" he cried, suddenly turning on that youngster, who was trying to get his second breath. "Tie on to me tight. I'll tow you up! I wish we could ha' reached that old log camp, boys. 'Twould be a stunning shelter, for it has a wall of rock to the back. But it's higher up, and off to the right. There! I see the den I'm aiming for."
We stayed anon at slow, sedate Caen, as still as the stone for which it is celebrated, and that furnished the building material of Winchester Cathedral; Bayeux, boastful of its antique tapestry; and Dol and Saint Servan, and away beyond, Sainte Michel, so like and yet unlike the like- named Saint Michael's Mount of Cornwall, in our own sea-girt isle that it might have been chipped out of the same block by its grand handycraftsman to serve as a replica; until, entering brighter Bretaigne, in the sunny south of France, where the landmarks of the past seem to stand out in bolder relief, we visited Nantes and other places of interest, and jogging on thence through Angouleme and Poictiers, halting a day at Poictiers to fight our Plantagenet battles o'er again, we finally ended our pilgrimage at Bordeaux.
I suppose if any old brave was knocking about and saw my tracks in a boggy spot, he'd think it was a Kickapoo who had passed that way not Dol Farrar of Manchester, England. These are of the shape worn by the Kickapoo tribe so Cy says. "I'm the kid of the camp, I know," he went on, with another flash in his eyes, as if there was a bit of flint somewhere in his make-up which had struck their steel.
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