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But there's a kin' o' roost that gathers and a kin' o' moth that breeds i' the gowd and siller whan they're laid up i' the hert; and the roost's an awfu' thing for eatin' awa', and the moth-craters hae teeth as hard's the siller that breeds them; and instead o' eatin' the siller, like the meal-worms, they fa' upo' the girnel itsel' that's the heart; and afore lang the hert itsel's roostit awa' wi' the roost, and riddlet through and through wi' the moths, till it's a naisty fushionless thing, o' no use to God or man, not even to mak' muck o'. Sic a crater's hardly worth damnin'."
"The boss he keeps damnin' me up an' down all the time," Smith explained. "An' this morning he slugs me right here on the beak." He laid a gentle finger on the corpus delicti. "Hegner," inquired Jonathan, "why do you keep damning him up and down all the time? And why did you slug him on the beak?" "Because," Hegner grinned sheepishly, "his beak was the place most convenient."
A collapsing beam had torn away some bricks from the wall of his cell, and he came wriggling through the aperture, using the most dreadful oaths. "Stir yourselves Oh, , , stir yourselves! Standin' there like a lot of stuck pigs! Get out the Admiral! The Admiral, I tell you! . . . . Hark to the poor old devil, damnin' away down ther, wi' two hundredweight o' table pressin' against his belly!" Mr.
Or, to be preceese, Bell no more than twisted the Kite oot from under her bows, and there was a little damnin' betwix' the twa bridges. "Noo a passenger" McPhee regarded me benignantly "wad ha' told the papers that as soon as he got to the Customs.
They waited till the remnint av the battalion was up, and thin clane against ordhers, for who wanted that chune that day? they wint back to Peshawur slow-time an' tearin' the bowils out av ivry man that heard, wid 'The Dead March. Right across our line they wint, an' ye know their uniforms are as black as the Sweeps, crawlin' past like the dead, an' the other bands damnin' them to let be.
"A man mout well be rain blind in sich a storm as this, but I tell yo' that's nothin' but an ole sycamore drift log. If yo' shoot the boys'll never git tired o' damnin' yo', an' jest as likely as not the ossifers'll make yo' tote a rail through the mud termorrer." The boys were so near that every word could be distinctly heard, and they were floating nearer every moment.
But, man, ye're jist behavin' to me like God himsel', an' gin it warna for you, I wad jist lie here roarin' an' greitin' an' damnin' frae mornin' to nicht. Ye will be in the morn's night willna ye? he would always end by asking with some anxiety. 'Of coorse I will, Robert would answer. 'Gude nicht, than, gude nicht. I'll try and get a sicht o' my sins ance mair, he added, one evening.
This time there was no laughter but Aaron shook his head decisively. "No," he declared, "hit won't do. Hit's a right bold idee but hit would be sartain death. Ye're ther man they're cussin' an' damnin' over an' above all others, over thar right now." "All right then," asserted Thornton, crisply, "ef I kin stop 'em from cussin' an' damnin' me, mebby they mout quiet down again an listen ter reason.
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