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Updated: May 9, 2025
As he fastened his buckled brogues, he hummed the words of MacMhaister Allister's songs: "Oh! the black-cloth of the Saxon, Dearer far's the Gaelic tartan!" "Hugh Bethune's content with the waistcoat, is he?" he said to himself. "He's no Gael to be so easily pleased, and him with a freeman's liberty! And yet and yet I would be content myself to have the old stuff only about my heart."
If you don't, take my word for it! There ain't nothin' doin' for him far's Jinnie's concerned!... I sent for you to bargain with you." Jasper pricked up his ears. The word "bargain" always attracted him. "Well?" he questioned. "You keep your boy from my girl and I'll do all your family cobblin' for nothin' till Jinnie's a woman." Bates leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.
She went on to say that the Frenchman came every spring, bringing with him a gang of men, some twelve or more, "all sons o' the same father, sir; you'd know 'em's far's you see 'em." They took a large stock of provisions, went out into the maple clearing, and lived there during the whole sugar season in rough log huts.
Far's I can make out there's only one New Yorker, really, in the whole caboodle of 'em." "Which one?" "That kind of plain little one over there sensible looking, with the blue suit. I was talking to her. She was born right here in New York, but she doesn't live here that is, not in the city. Lives in some place in the country, in a house." A sort of look came into Mrs. Brewster's eyes.
Then he knelt upon his rock, and prayed offered up the last agonized prayer of a despairing human soul. "O God have mercy on me just so far's this. Don't let me die hopeless. I've submitted myself into Your hands. I don't complain. I don't question. I'm going to do it. But don't send me out in total darkness. Give me a blink of light just one blink o' light before I go."
"Yep, I guess I savvy," said Billy, "an' it listens all right to me's far's you've gone. My pal in on it?" "Eh?" "You make my frien' a captain, too?" Pesita held up his hands and rolled his eyes in holy horror. Take a gringo into his band? It was unthinkable. "He shot," he cried. "I swear to kill all gringo. I become savior of my country. I rid her of all Americanos."
I s'posed that when soldiers wuzzent marchin' or fightin' they lay around camp and played cards and stole chickens, and wrote letters home, but everybody 'round here seems on the dead rush." "Don't seem to be nobody pic-nickin' as far's I kin see," responded Si, "but we hain't no time to talk about it now. We must git to the rijimint. Forward!"
"They're old friends," I told him. "Mac knew her long ago; and all her people." "Well, he's in darned agreeable company," Piegan observed. "She's a mighty fine little woman, far's I've seen. I dunno's I'd know when t' jar loose m'self, if I knowed her an' she didn't object t' me hangin' around. But seein' we ain't in on the reception, we might as well get under the covers, eh?
Las' time Aunt Jemima was yere she say de doctor 'lowed her kittens was 'fected." St. George roared: "Well, whatever she's got, I'm going to pay my respects to her; I've neglected Aunt Jemima too long. No my best hat don't forget that I'm going to call on a very distinguished colored lady. Come, out with it. How far does she live from the market?" "Jes' 'bout's far's from yere to de church.
And far's the load goes, you ought to see the four beautiful horses your husband let Jake have. You don't know how much Jake appreciates it, nor what a fine man he thinks your husband is. We needed horses so bad, and didn't have the money to buy. So Mr. Wagstaff didn't say a thing but got the team for us, and Jake's paying for them in clearing and plowing and making improvements on your land.
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