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Updated: May 6, 2025
There warn't no time to think. And by the toime we got to thic house there were only 'bout vifteen on us left. We had to scrouge our way in through the buttry winder and we 'eerd a girt caddle inside, sort o' scuffling; 'twere the Germans makin' for the cellar.
"Ye'll be a-l'arnin' 'im lots uv words 'e ain't never 'eerd uv afore. Yer givin' the young un a prime lesson in swearin' to begin." But Cappy made no reply. He only looked more eagerly at the child, and wiped his brow with his sleeve, disarranging his periwig in doing so. Then, changing the form of his exclamation but not its meaning, he muttered, "The devil!"
You go whoam, Mister Leach! you go whoam! you've 'eerd plain as the trees is to be left stannin' them's the orders of the new Missis, and you ain't no call to be swearin' yerself black in the face, 'cos you can't get yer own way for once. You're none so prutty lookin' that we woan't know 'ow to make ye a bit pruttier if ye stays 'ere enny longer!"
I see a light, fust of all, a-leapin' an' a-dancin' about 'mong the trees ah! an' I 'eerd shouts as was enough to curdle a man's good blood. 'Pooh! what's lights? says Joel Amos, cockin' 'is eye into 'is empty tankard; 'that bean't much to frighten a man, no, nor shouts neither. 'Aren't it? says John Pringle, fierce-like; 'what if I tell ye the place be full o' flamin' fire what if I tell ye I see the devil 'isself, all smoke, an' sparks, an' brimston' a-floatin' an' a-flyin', an' draggin' a body through the tops o' the trees? 'Lord! says everybody, an' well they might, Peter, an' nobody says nothin' for a while.
I'm a sober man, not a temperance man!" "Ay! We'd a parzon in these 'ere parts as was temp'rance, but 'e took 'is zpirits different like! 'E zkorned 'is glass, but 'e loved 'is gel! Har ar ar! Ivir 'eerd o' Parzon Arbroath as woz put out o' the Church for 'avin' a fav'rite?" "I saw something about it in the papers," said Helmsley. "Ay, 'twoz in the papers. Har ar ar! 'E woz a temp'rance man.
Wherever 'ave you been?" "Mrs. Blair," said Willie eagerly, "can you tell us the way to Jesus?" "Bless the child!" she said, looking at Bob. "What on earth does he mean?" "'Ain't you ever 'eerd about 'im?" asked Bob, looking very disappointed.
Twitt seemed rather sorry for this commonplace end to what she imagined was a thrilling incident "But the way that bird looked at me was somethin' awful! An' when I 'eerd as 'ow you'd found a friend o' yer father's a' trampin' an' wanderin' an' 'ad took 'im in to board an' lodge on trust, I sez to Twitt 'There you've got the meanin' o' that sea-gull!
"What the hell does he mean?" he asked, appealing to the company. "Damn my bones if I know," answered the host. "I've 'eerd parson say sommat like it in church a Sundays. He's one of these 'ere silly scholards." "They do say as how Swift Nicks is a scholard," put in the ostler wisely. "There's no time for chattering," said I. "Take me at once before a justice. That's the law, and you know it.
"Well, but it's Justice, aren't it?" demanded Job "a poacher's a thief, an' a thief's a convic' or should be!" "I've 'eerd," said Old Amos, shaking his head, "I've 'eerd as they ties they convic's up to posts, an' lashes an' lashes 'em wi' the cat-o'-nine-tails!" "They generally mostly deserves it!" nodded Job.
"So I've 'eerd say," responded Twitt sympathetically "An' an awsome sight it must a' bin for ye! Mary Deane told us as 'ow ye'd bin ravin' about Tom an' m'appen likely it give ye a turn towards yer long sickness."
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