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"Hello, Ros!" said Kendrick, still grinning, but rather sheepishly. "How be you? Got quite a band aboard, ain't I." "Hello!" cried Hallet. "It's Ros himself! Ros, you're all RIGHT! Hi, boys! let's give three cheers for the feller that don't toady to nobody millionaires nor nobody else hooray for Ros Paine!"
I have it before me in your printed speech. I heard it delivered, and you are correctly reported." In a letter to Mr. B. F. Hallet of Boston, in 1856, Mr. Toombs denied saying that he would "call the roll of his slaves at the base of Bunker Hill Monument." He charged Senator Hale with misrepresenting him to this extent. No man was oftener misquoted by word of mouth or in public print.
My savin' soul, what put that idea in your head? He ain't crazy, Jethro Hallet ain't. He's smart. Wuth consider'ble money, so they say, and hangs on to it, too. Used to be cap'n of a four-masted schooner, till he hurt his back and had to stay ashore.
Nellie Dean would have giggled and blushed, but she did not. I was embarrassed, I admit it, but I had sufficient presence of mind to remove my hat. "Good morning," said I. There flashed through my mind the thought that if she had been in that grove for any length of time she must have overheard my lively interview with Kendrick and Tim Hallet. I wondered if she had.
"'Everybody works but father, And he sets around all day. Whoop her up!" They whooped her up. I stepped out into the road. "Here!" I shouted. "Stop that! Stop it, do you hear! Kendrick, what is all this?" The song stopped in the middle of the verse. Zeb jerked the reins and shouted "Whoa!" Hallet and his chorus turned. They had been gazing at the big house, but now they turned and looked at me.
The honoured names of Chandler, Lardner, Doddridge, Foster, Hallet, and Leland himself, to which many others might be added, may be mentioned in proof of this assertion. The attitude towards Deism of the authors hitherto named is unmistakable. But there are yet two great names which cannot well be passed over, and which both the friends and foes of Deism have claimed for their side.
Tim Hallet appeared to consider my silence and my crimson cheeks as acknowledgments of the compliment just paid me. "Cal'late they heard that over yonder," he crowed. "Don't you think so, Ros. We've showed 'em what we think of you; now let's give our opinion of them. Three groans for old Colton! Come on!" Even Zeb seemed to consider this as going too far, for he protested.
"Molly McGuire, Fourteen" adds one more tradition to those of the Virginia Military Institute. Mr. Hallet casts glamour over his creations, partly through his detached and pictorial perception of life, and partly through the magic of his words.
What galled him most was, that in case he should succeed in getting Scott into his hands, he had no proofs that would be regarded as sufficient evidence upon which to proceed with the extreme of vengeance toward him. Yet his orders stood unchanged: "Wherever you find Thomas Scott seize him; and convey him to Fort Garry." Thomas Scott, Mr. A. McArthur, and Mr. Wm. Hallet. Mr.
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