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"Carey!" called Alex, "here! Bee wants to send over to Allonfield: won't you take Dumple and go?" "Not I," responded Carey; "I want to walk with Roger. But there's Dumple, let her go herself." "What, ride him?" asked Beatrice, "thank you, Carey." "Fred might drive you," said Carey; "O no, poor fellow, I suppose he does not know how." Fred coloured with anger.
Dinmont directed his steed towards a pass where the water appeared to flow with more freedom over a harder bottom; but Dumple backed from the proposed crossing-place, put his head down as if to reconnoitre the swamp more nearly, stretching forward his fore-feet, and stood as fast as if he had been cut out of stone.
In about a minute a stout labourer was patting Dumple, and introducing him into the stable, while Mrs. "Eh, sirs! gudeman, ye hae been a weary while away!" Liddell till now, except in Doric lays, Tuned to her murmurs by her love-sick swains, Unknown in song though not a purer stream Rolls towards the western main. Art of Preserving Health.
I tell'd the folk at the Change, where I put up Dumple, to send ower my supper here, and the chield Mac-Guffog is agreeable to let it in; I hae settled a' that. And now let's hear your story. Whisht, Wasp, man! wow, but he's glad to see you, poor thing!
Here they got on at the rate of nine or ten miles an hour, Dumple seeking no other respite than what arose from changing his pace from canter to trot. 'I could gar him show mair action, said his master, 'but we are twa lang-legged chields after a', and it would be a pity to stress Dumple; there wasna the like o' him at Staneshiebank Fair the day.
I tell'd the folk at the Change, where I put up Dumple, to send ower my supper here, and the chield Mac-Guffog is agreeable to let it in; I hae settled a' that. And now let's hear your story. Whisht, Wasp, man! wow, but he's glad to see you, poor thing!
But, Lord! as the gudewife set up her throat about it, and said what a shame it wad be if ye was to come to ony wrang, an I could help ye; and then in cam your letter that confirmed it. So I took to the kist, and out wi' the pickle notes in case they should be needed, and a' the bairns ran to saddle Dumple. By great luck I had taen the other beast to Edinbro', sae Dumple was as fresh as a rose.
"Had we not better," said Brown, "dismount, and leave him to his fate or can you, not urge him through the swamp?" "Na, na," said his pilot, "we maun cross Dumple at no rate he has mair sense than mony a Christian." So saying, he relaxed the reins, and shook them loosely. "Come now, lad, take your ain way o't let's see where ye'll take us through."
Brown was of opinion that this apparition of five or six men, with whom the other villains seemed to join company, coming across the moss towards them, should abridge ceremony; he therefore mounted Dumple en croupe, and the little spirited nag cantered away with two men of great size and strength as if they had been children of six years old.
Here they got on at the rate o nine or ten miles an hour, Dumple seeking no other respite than what arose from changing his pace from canter to trot. "I could gar him show mair action," said his master, "but we are twa lang-legged chields after a' and it would be a pity to stress Dumple there wasna the like o' him at Staneshiebank fair the day."
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