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Updated: June 7, 2025
"I'm sick to death o' worldly wisdom! What's it done for me? I stand to work nine an' ten hour a day, an' not wi'out my share o' worldly wisdom, neither. Then I'm played with an' left to whistle, I ban't gwaine to think so much, I tell 'e. It awnly hurts a man's head, an' keeps him wakin' o' nights. Life's guess-work, by the looks of it, an' a fule's so like to draw a prize as the wisest."
Chirgwin found his opportunity and spoke. "I've heard you, an' it ban't human nachur to knuckle down dumb, so I be gwaine to speak, an' you can mind or not as you please." He flung his old hat upon the ground and walked without fear close beside the fisherman who towered above him. "God be with 'e, I sez, for you need En fine an' bad for sartain worse'n that poor 'mazed lamb shakin' theer.
"I hope 't was vain talk an' not true anyway." "More talk 'bout me? You'd think Chagford was most tired o' my name, wouldn't 'e? Who was it now?" "Him Jan Grimbal. I met him 'mong the mushrooms. He burst out an' said wicked, awful things, but his talk touched the li'l bwoy. He thought Tim was yourn an' he was gwaine to do mischief against you." "Damn his black mind!
'Twas a evil day, Thomas Chirgwin, when I fust seed them o' your blood an ill hour, an' you drives it red-hot into my brain with your actions. Bad, bad you be bad as that lyin', false, lost sinner theer a-draggin' out your cant o' forgiveness an' foolin' a damned sawl wi' falsehoods. You knaws wheer she'm gwaine; an' your squeakin', time-servin' passon knaws; an' you both tells her differ'nt!"
An' bring Mister Jan back long very quick, 'cause I'm nothin' but sadness wi'out en. An', dear St. Madern, I ax 'e to bless me same as you done when when I was a lil baaby, 'cause I be gwaine to bathe in your brook, bein' a St. Madern cheel. Oh, dear, good God o' all things, please to help me an' look to me, 'cause I be very sad, an' I never done no harm to none, for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen."
"Doan't you grizzle about it. The bwoy be gwaine to make auld bones yet hard as a nut he be. Give un years an' he'll help carry you to the graave in the fulness of time, I promise 'e," said Billy, in his comforting way. Mr. Blee had but reported Will correctly, and it was not until some hours later that the child at Newtake caused his parents any alarm.
"We'll go home-along now. Doan't 'e tell him I'm coming. I'll take him unbeknawnst. And you keep out the way till I be gone again." "Does your mother knaw, Will?" "Ess, she an' Chris both knaw I be gwaine to have it out this night. Mother sez I be right, but that Miller will send me packing wi' a flea in my ear; Chris sez I be wrong to ax yet awhile."
I doubt he won't come to schule this arternoon. That'll shaw. I be gwaine, if I got to crawl theer." "An' him a year older than what you be!" said Joan. "Iss, Mat's 'leben year old. I'll have some vinegar an' brown paper to this here eye, mother." "Ait your mayte, ait your mayte fust," she answered. "Plague 'pon your fightin'!"
You talk o' the ways o' God to men an' knaw no more 'bout 'em than the feesh what you draw from the sea! You'm choustin' yourself cruel wi' your self-righteousness take it from me. You'm saved, be you? You be gwaine to heaven, are 'e? Who tawld 'e so, Michael Tregenza? Did God A'mighty send a flyin' angel to tell 'e a purpose? Look in your heart, man, an' see how much o' Christ be in it.
"A letter comed while you was out," answered Chris; "he'm holding his awn, but 'tis doubtful yet how things be gwaine to fare in the upshot." "Be it as 'twill, mother can do more 'n any other living woman could for un," declared Will. As Mr.
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