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The girl was still spellbound by the fascination of the dynamite which she had come so near to treading on. Her eyes were fixed upon the cartridge in his hand with horror, wonder. He stepped closer to her. "I mout gin it up for you!" "For me?" "You know I've loved ye sence ye were that high," said he, and measured with his hand a very little way up the side of the old stump.
Duckbill intercepted me on the edge of the clearing one morning especially to propound the law of the land. Soosie, he told in his pidgin English, had been given to him by her uncle. She was to be his gin now that she was grown up. "More better you hunt that fella. Him want sit down alonga camp." The bald proposition shook me, for I could not but see the logic of it from Duckbill's standpoint.
Immediately the Icelander climbed up like a cat, and in a few minutes the package was in our possession. "Now," said my uncle, "let us breakfast; but we must lay in a good stock, for we don't know how long we may have to go on." The biscuit and extract of meat were washed down with a draught of water mingled with a little gin.
He tried to get up when I came in, but that was hopeless; so he reached me a hand instead, and stumbled out some salutation. "Papa's pretty full this morning," observed Case. "We've had an epidemic here; and Captain Randall takes gin for a prophylactic don't you, Papa?" "Never took such a thing in my life!" cried the captain indignantly. "Take gin for my health's sake, Mr.
After half an hour's work in this stinking pit, sick from the combination of smells distinguishable above every other being the all-pervading perfume of aboriginals I was rewarded by some twelve gallons of water, or, more properly speaking, liquid. I decided to take the gin back with us, as it had been clear to me for some time past that without the aid of natives we could not hope to find water.
As the station was short-handed, and Mr. Mytton wished to make some alterations to prepare for his bride, he asked me if I would stay and use my team to bring in the timber, and also to assist Childs with the cattle. I consented to remain for a couple of months. During this time the black boys on the station bolted, taking with them Mrs Childs' gin, and my black boy.
He had to drink in order to get rid of the weight that was oppressing him; drink until he was intoxicated. And he could only arrive at that state with the help of gin. The acquaintances he had met at the inn had been very much surprised at his behaviour. Mr. Tiralla was so quiet; he didn't brag at all about his Sophia. It was as though he had been put to silence.
He dropped that skairful look in a minute, and put on a firm, judicial one. He gin up; he could not skair me to death: and says he, "Oh, yes! they have been changed in cases of necessity." Says I, "For instance, durin' the late war, it was changed to make Northern men cheap blood-hounds and hunters." "Yes," he said. "It seemed to be a case of necessity and econimy."
The inn, of course, was blessed by this fairy visitation; the clapboards ceased their racket, clear panes took the place of rags in the sashes, and the little till under the bar grew daily heavy with coin. The magical influence extended even farther; for it was observable that the landlord wore a good-natured face, and that the landlady's visits to the gin- bottle were less and less frequent.
'Weel, says I, 'I dinna care what they ca' them; but gin ever I jine ony kirk, that s' be the kirk. Sae, efter that, whan ance I had gotten a sure houp, a rael grun' for believin' that I was ane o' the called and chosen, I jist jined mysel' to them that sud be like them�-for they ca'd them a' Missionars." "Is that lang sin syne?" "Ay, it's twenty year noo." "I thocht as muckle.
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