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They were beaten before ever the English put their feet on Irish ground. St. Patrick beat them. The slave made slaves of them!..." "Is that what you call Christians?" John indignantly demanded. "Slaves?" Hinde shrugged his shoulders. "The Irish people are the most Christian people on earth," he said. "That's all!..."
Canada pushed forward an exploration of the route from Fort William, on Lake Superior, to Fort Garry, on the Red River, and, under the direction of S.J. Dawson, Esq., civil engineer, and Professor J.Y. Hinde, gave to the world an impartial and impressive summary of the great natural resources of the basin of Lake Winnipeg.
Eleanor had proposed that Mrs. MacDermott should cross to Ireland with them, but she shook her head and smiled. "I'm foolish enough," she said, "but I'm not as foolish as all that. You'll want to be by yourselves, my dear!" "I'll see your mother safely off from Euston," Hinde said, "when she makes up her mind to go!"
So I said farewell to him and his company, and begged them to remember me if we should meet no more, and then I went to find Pharaoh Nanjulian. "Pharaoh," said I, when I came upon him on the deck of the Golden Hinde, "I am going home." He pushed back his cap and scratched his head and looked at me. "Aye," he said, "I supposed it would be so, master. As for me, I have no home to go to.
"Well, it ought to be. It was written afterwards," John said, trying hard to speak without revealing resentment. "Yes. Yes, of course!" Hinde murmured. A little later, he had taken his leave of them. "I wonder if he's right!" Eleanor said to John when he had gone. "Of course he isn't," John tartly replied. "I believe he's jealous!" "Jealous!" "Yes.
"Nobody stole them," said O'Farrelly; "not what you'd call stealing, anyway; but it's our belief that the police has them." "You're wrong there," said Hinde. "The police never touched your instruments, and wouldn't." "They might not if they knew they were ours.
Cairnduff and the minister and Willie Logan?... "His wife's got a child," Mrs. MacDermott replied severely. "A boy or a girl?" "A boy, and the spit of his father, God help him. Thon lad Logan'll come to no good. Aggie's courting hard. Some fellow from Belfast that travels in drapery. She told me to remember her to you!" "Thank you, mother!" Hinde rose to leave them.
Hinde's death and funeral, and of her hopes of seeing her nephew, Ben Hinde, succeed to his father's living. Early in 1874 Mr. Hamerton had the pleasure of becoming personally acquainted with one of the most distinguished of the contributors to the "Portfolio," Mr.
"What bothers me," she went on, "is how ever you get to know your neighbours!" "We don't get to know them," Hinde replied. "I've lived in this house for several years, but I don't know the names of the people on either side of it!" "My God," said Mrs. MacDermott, "what sort of people are you at all! Are you all fell out with each other?" "No. We're just not interested!"
While Jimmy summoned his men from the ditches where they were smoking and the fields into which they had wandered, Mr. Hinde gave an order to his police. They took the sacking from their cart. Underneath it were all the band instruments belonging to the Orange Lodge.
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