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Updated: June 4, 2025
Dat is something. He write two verses for de King of Englan' and he write six verses for my granmudder you see! He go on so, dis week, dat week, dis year, dat year, all de time. "Well, by-and-by dere is trouble on Pontiac. It is ver' great trouble. You see dere is a fight 'gainst de King of Englan', and dat is too bad.
Turning, he motioned the companions to mount. "Which way?" asked the lieutenant, when all were in the saddle. "Straight north, I suppose," said the captain. "No, sah, no, sah," broke in Uncle Billy. "Yo'al can't get free that-a-way. Since de Emp'ror declared wah on Belgin an' Englan' dun declare wah on Germany, all de no'th coast am hev'ly guarded." "What!" exclaimed the French captain.
The King of Englan' smash him Patriot War all to pieces. Den dere is ten men of de twenty come back to Pontiac ver' sorry. Dey are not happy, nobody are happy. All de wives, dey cry; all de children, dey are afraid. Some people say, What fools you are; others say, You are no good; but everybody in him heart is ver' sorry all de time.
He never forget once de age of every leetla child dat call him godfadder. He have a brain dat work like a clock. My gran'fadder he say dat Mathurin have a machine in his head. It make de words, make de thoughts, make de fine speech like de Cure, make de gran' poetry oh, yes! "When de King of Englan' go to sit on de throne, Mathurin write ver' nice verse to him.
It is not his fault; he is ver' nice man; it is de bad men who make de laws for de King in Quebec. Well, one day all over de country everybody take him gun, and de leetla bullets, and say, I will fight de soldier of de King of Englan' like dat.
"An' he was put in a foine, big coffin wi' a bran' new flag spread atop to keep off the dust, an' carried back to Englan' in a war-ship, wi' the harbor guns firin' salutes the whiles Fronte McKim lays back among the hills o' Punjab, wropped in his powder-burnt, shot-tore blanket.
I've got you back in the beauty and glory of your unsmirched poverty and your honorable obscurity, and nobody shall ever take you from me again but the grave! And if " "De earl of Rossmore, fum Englan'!" "My father!" The young man released the girl and hung his head.
Dat is something. He write two verses for de King of Englan' and he write six verses for my granmudder you see! He go on so, dis week, dat week, dis year, dat year, all de time. "Well, by-and-by dere is trouble on Pontiac. It is ver' great trouble. You see dere is a fight 'gainst de King of Englan', and dat is too bad.
'Awa' in Englan' maistly aboot Lonnon, I'm thinkin'. That's the place for a' by-ordinar fowk, they tell me. 'Hoo lang is 't sin he deid? 'I dinna ken. A hunner year or twa, I s' warran'. It's a lang time. But I'm thinkin' fowk than was jist something like what they are noo.
"If you shrug your shoulders again, damn you, I'll sjambok you here as Kruger did at Vleifontein," said Barry Whalen in a low, angry voice. "You've been too long without the sjambok." "This is not the Vaal, it is Englan'," answered Krool, huskily. "The Law here!" "Zo you stink ze law of England would help you eh?" asked Sobieski, with a cruel leer, relapsing into his natural vernacular.
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