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His twenty years of Colonial life, divesting him of the dandyism in which he had been bred, had left him the essential neatness of the horseman, and given him a queer and rather blighting eye over what he called "the silly haw-haw" of some Englishmen, the 'flapping cockatoory' of some Englishwomen Holly had none of that and Holly was his model.
But most of them ran here and there, accomplishing nothing. "An' all this come from one little match, Mac," cried Haw-Haw ecstatically at the ear of Mac Strann. "All what we're seein'! Look at the gal, Mac! She's out of her wits! She's foolin' about Barry, doin' no good."
As for us youngsters, we dreaded his icy contemptuous stare and his "haw-haw" manner more than anything.
I 'low'd the crows mout be afeard Of a man made outen straw. I 'low'd the crows mout be afeard, But laws! they warn't the least bit skeered, They larfed out, "Haw! haw-haw!" A long-tail squir'l up in th' top Of that air ellum tree, A long-tail squir'l up in th' top, A lis'nin' to the acorns drop, Says, "Sh! sh-sh!" at me.
And then, upon the crest of the nearest hill, Haw-Haw Langley saw a dim figure through the mist, a man on a horse and something else running in front; and they came swiftly. "It's the wolf that's runnin' us down!" screamed Haw-Haw Langley. "Oh, God A'mighty, even if we was to want to run, the wolf would come and pull us down. Mac, will you save me? Will you keep the wolf away?"
It was like the open face of a child; there was in it no expression except wonder. At length a hoarse voice issued from between the grinning lips of Haw-Haw. "Ain't you goin' to close the eyes, Mac?" At this the great head of Mac Strann rolled back and he raised his glance to Haw-Haw, who banished the grin from his mouth by a vicious effort.
"D'you think," asked Haw-Haw Langley, pressing his reeking horse a little closer to Mac Strann, "that he'll come out after us in a rain like this?" But simple-minded Mac Strann lifted his head and peered through the thick curtains of rain. "D'you think," he parried, "that Jerry could maybe look through all this and see what I'm doin' to-day?"
"You fool!" answered Mac Strann calmly, "Barry has got a beam or something and he's smashing down the burning partition of the box stall. That's what he's doing; listen!" High over the fire, once again rose the neighing of the black horse, a sound of unspeakable triumph. "You're right," groaned Haw-Haw, downcast. "He's reached the hoss!"
But Haw-Haw Langley was usually silent, and he would sit for hours without words, twisting his head and making little pecking motions as his eyes fastened on face after face.
And it didn’t make him feel any happier to hear Jasper Jay’s boisterous shouts, or the hoarse “haw-haw” of old Mr. Crow. “I hope you can decide which one of us is right,” Mr. Crow ventured. “I am, of course!” cried Jasper Jay. “You’re not!” Mr. Crow shouted. And to Solomon Owl he said, “We’ve been disputing like this all day long.” Solomon Owl didn’t know what to say.
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