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Although a good milker, and therefore of necessity a good feeder, Hawkie was yet upon temptation subject to the inroads of an unnatural appetite. When she found a piece of an old shoe in the field, she would, if not compelled to drop the delicious mouthful, go on, the whole morning or afternoon, in the impossibility of a final deglutition, chewing and chewing at the savoury morsel.
If he doesn't know the word, he can spell it, and then I shall know it at least if it's not longer than Hawkie's tail." Hawkie was a fine milker, with a bad temper, and a comically short tail. It had got chopped off by some accident when she was a calf. "There's something else short about Hawkie isn't there, Kirsty?" said my father. "And Mrs.
They passed through the little garden, sparkling with dew, and beside the byre, where Hawkie rattled her chain, impatient for Bell's coming, and by Saunders' little strip of corn ready for the scythe, till they reached an open field. There they came to a halt, and Doctor MacLure for once allowed himself to go.
"'Nay, but His presence be near us! said his wife, in a low tone of dismay. 'God guide my gudeman's wits: I never heard such a prayer from human lips before. But, Sandie, my man, Lord's sake, rise. What fearful light is this? Barn and byre and stable maun be in a blaze; and Hawkie, and Hurley, Doddie, and Cherrie, and Damsonplum will be smoored with reek, and scorched with flame.
"No, that I won't," answered Turkey, brandishing his club to give me confidence, "I'll give it them, if they look at you from between their ugly horns." "Turkey," I said, for I had often pondered the matter during my illness, "how did Hawkie behave while you were away with me that day, you know?" "She ate about half a rick of green corn," answered Turkey, coolly. "But she had the worst of it.
"Guid preserve's, Hawkie! are ye come to this?" cried Lucky Lapp, as she limped, still and ever lame with rheumatism, towards the third member of the procession.
With a wild cry of despair she flew at Hawkie, so intent on the stolen delicacy as to be more open to a surprise than usual, and laying hold of the string, drew from her throat the deplorable mass of pulp to which she had reduced the valued gaud. The same moment Turkey, who had come running at her cry, received full in his face the slimy and sloppy extract. Nor was this all, for Mrs.
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