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"She got up, simple an' natural, an' picked up the fruit piece an' one o' the pillows, an' started up the hill. "'Well, I nev-er, says Mis' Merriman; 'the very bare brazenness. Ain't you goin' to tell me what you're doin' here with the flowers you say is the dead's, an' I'm sure what was Sum's is mine an' the dead's the same

I have tried to put the words of it into English, in a shape as rough, I fear, as the rough original. Here it is: "Ours is the land! Death to the hand That filches the land! Dead is that hand, Ours is the land! Forever we hold it. Dead's he that sold it! Ours is the land. Dead is the hand!"

"Yes! yes! it's you there's no mistaking that thar face the dead's come to life again, for sartin;" and once more he sprung upon the other's neck, with all the apparent delight of a mother meeting with a lost child.

Let's CAPT. M. Let's make bally asses of ourselves! 'Good peo ple all To prayers we call." CAPT. M. There go the bells! Come on unless you'd rather not. 'We honour the King And Brides joy do bring Good tidings we tell, And ring the Dead's knell. There are no end of people inside. I say, aren't we much too late? Stick by me, Jack! What the devil do I do?

For there was something indescribably dreadful in the spectacle of those living hands searching into the dead's pockets, and he would freely have given a week's pay if he had never embarked upon the expedition for the recovery of his chief.

"The shelter for us is in the cliff to the north, near Toora," he began immediately. "It is a tomb, but others before us have partaken of the dead's hospitality." "How am I to reach it?" Deborah asked. "Is the place far?" "A good hour's journey, but we go by water. Still, we must walk to the Nile." "That I can not do," the old woman declared.

And now all the problem for the giant is how to die decently, though that makes no difference to any one either.... Never mind; I'm not going to turn tail. Bazarov was silent, and began feeling with his hand for the glass. Anna Sergyevna gave him some drink, not taking off her glove, and drawing her breath timorously. 'You will forget me, he began again; 'the dead's no companion for the living.

"''Leven, I says, out o' the fulness o' the lump in my throat, 'stay here with us. Find somethin' honest you can do, an' stay here an' do it. Mebbe, I told her, 'you could start dressin' the Dead's hair. An' help us, I says, 'help us. "She looked up in my eyes quick, an' my heart stood still. An' then it sunk down an' down.

"Why, Henrietta, what is the matter?" I demanded, as I hurried down the front walk and across the road at her bare little heels. By the time I got to the front gate I could hear sounds of lamentation. "A railroad train wants to run right through the middle of all their dead people and Sallie started the crying. Dead's dead, and if Cousin James wants 'em run over. I wants 'em run over too."

"She loved the Menike!" shouted the old women in chorus, and they threw themselves upon me and smelt me and made as if I had been one of the dead's husbands. The followed me up the trail to my cabin and sat on my paepae wailing and shrieking. It was some time before I realized that their poignant sorrow should force consolation from me. There was not a moan as the rum went round.