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Updated: June 3, 2025
What has keepit me from being an officer, that had served my country in twa battles when oor quartermaster hadna enlisted? Wha gets my money? What lost me my stripes? What loses me decent folks' respect and, waur than that, my ain? What gars a hand that can grip a broadsword tremble like a woman's? What fills the canteen and the kirkyard? What robs a man of health and wealth and peace?
I wiss Mr Turnbull wad tak' it into his heid to preach frae that text sometime afore it comes, which winna be that lang, I'm thinkin'. The wheels'll be stoppin' at my door or lang." "What gars ye think that, Tibbie? There's no sign o' deith aboot you, I'm sure," said Annie. "Weel, ye see, I canna weel say.
I shall be late home, and EARLY TO BED AND EARLY TO RISE, GARS BONNY LASSES HAVE BRIGHT EYES." Whereupon he kissed her with a good deal of tenderness, and ushered me before him from the door. It was some distance to that tavern. He talked all the way of matters which did not interest me the smallest, and at the door dismissed me with empty manners.
"You'll be wanted if they come. I doubt if we can muster more than thirty men at most, and there may be more than that left of them, and madmen at that." "We won't let them land." "You can't close every door with thirty men, mon gars." "One at the Coupée, if they make for Gorey. Three at Dos d'Ane. Three at Havre Gosselin. Half a dozen at the Creux " "Ta-ta!
These disfigurements, made by the puncturing of the flesh with gars' teeth and inserting in the wound paint and pitch, indelible testimonials to his deeds of courage and prowess, Otasite valued as he did naught else on earth, and he would have parted with his right hand as readily. The first had been bestowed upon him after he had gone, a mighty gun-man, against the Muscogees.
Measuring with his eye the space between the door of the hut and the old rotten trunk where seven men stood, the Gars fired into their midst and sprang forward instantly, forcing a passage through them. The three troops rushed towards the opening through which he had passed, and saw him running across the field with incredible celerity. "Fire! fire! a thousand devils! You're not Frenchmen!
And he showed her in the distance three or four of his sentinels, whose hats, guns, and uniforms it was easy to recognize. "Are you going to let those fellows cut the throats of men who are sent by Marche-a-Terre to protect the Gars?" he cried, angrily. "Ah, beg pardon," said the woman; "but it is so easy to be deceived. What parish do you belong to?"
Time gars me tremble Ah, how sore the baulk! * While Time in pride of strength cloth ever stalk: Time was I walked nor ever felt I tired, * Now am I tired albe I never walk! Beauty they brought with him to make compare, * But Beauty hung her head in shame and care: Quoth' they, "O Beauty, hast thou seen his like?" * And Beauty cried, "His like? not anywhere!"
What gars ye stop now? ye're just at the very bit for a chance." "Weel," said the beggar, "that's the likeliest bit of ony. It will be but a muckle through-stane laid doun to kiver the gowd tak the pick till't, and pit mair strength, man ae gude down-right devvel will split it, I'se warrant ye Ay, that will do Od, he comes on wi' Wallace's straiks!"
'I wadna be girdin at ye, Francie, but that I care ower muckle aboot ye to lat ye think I haud the same opingon o' ye 'at ye hae o' yersel, answered the girl, who went on with her knitting as she spoke. 'Ye'll never believe a body! he rejoined, and turned half away. 'I canna think what gars me keep comin to see ye! Ye haena a guid word to gie a body!
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