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Updated: June 9, 2025
One after the other, the neighbours dropped in at Ruffluck to find out how matters stood with them. Was it true that Glory Goldie had not come on the boat? They inquired. And was it true that they had received no letter or message from her during the whole month of September? Jan answered not a word to all their queries. It mattered not who came in he lay still.
But is it not a dismal and a dreadfu' thought that Christian men should be roused out of their beds at the dead of night, to march owre moor and mountain, to be shot, or to cut each other's throats? It is terrible, Mr Goldie!"
The Senator was blowing like a grampus; Jack-o'-Lantern's bit was foam-flecked and Natalie's pretty little "Madam Goldie" looked fagged. Mrs. Vincent instantly contrasted the condition of Shashai and Star with the others. Yet Peggy and Polly had been riding like Valkyrie.
Mr Goldie!" said he, "is this no dismal?" "I always consider it," answered I, "one of the dreariest spots on the Lammermoors." "O sir!" said he, "it isna the dreariness o' the road that I am referring to. I would rather be sent across the hills from Cowdingham to Lander, blindfold, than I would be sent upon an errand like this.
Then Sexton Blackie naturally wanted to know how the father felt about this, and Glory Goldie informed him as calmly as though she were speaking of a stranger that she had arranged for her father to board with Lisa, the daughter-in-law of Ol' Bengtsa. Lisa had built her a fine new house after the old man's death, and she had a spare room that Jan could occupy.
The youngsters, unable to hold in any longer, shouted "Empress, Empress!" at the top of their voices. The old man strode on as if the laughing and shrieking children were his guard of honour. When they were almost at the door of the hut Glory Goldie gave a wild shriek, and fled into the house. "Who is that man?" she asked her mother in a frightened voice. "Is it father? Has he gone mad?"
The best present you can give them is tobacco; it is the one thing for which they beg. As it was decided that the vessel should not leave before Tuesday of the next week, Mr. McFarlane and I took a trip inland. I was anxious to see for myself if anything could be done for the natives living in the mountains. Mr. Goldie, a naturalist, with his party, was about ten miles inland.
By and by, when he had heard no sound from within for ever so long, he stole up to the house as cautiously as a thief. The womenfolk had not retired. As Jan passed by the open window he saw Glory Goldie sitting with her arms stretched out across the table, her head resting on them. It looked as if she were still crying.
The young girl was tall and graceful and had a wealth of gold yellow hair. From where he stood he could not see her face, but he thought she could be none other than Glory Goldie. Then he knew why he had been so blissfully happy that evening; it was just a foretoken of the little girl's nearness.
Glory Goldie was as mum as the rest. "There is a prayer which we repeat every day," said the teacher. "What do we call God there?" Now Glory Goldie had it! She knew the teacher wanted them to say they called God Father and raised her hand. "What do we call God, Glory Goldie?" he asked.
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