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Musha, thin, luk at the fat dhrummer laad! Has he apples in thim two cheeks, Jack? I dunnoa! Hey, there goes Wagner! Hello, Wagner! Wisha, laad, ye're cross-eyed an' shquint-lipped a-playin' yere fife hind-end furrst!" And the replies from the dusty, brown ranks, steadily passing: "Py Gott! dere's Jack Mount! Look alretty, Jacob! Hello, Elerson!
He lifted the thing from off the minister, who rose not much hurt, but both amazed and offended at the mishap, and went to his mother in the kitchen. "Dinna say muckle to yer mither, Jeames laad," said his father as he went; "that is, dinna explain preceesely hoo the ill-faured thing happent.
If Macnamara be alive, what be Macnamara doin'? An' what be Wingate an' Kitchener an' great foolks at Cairo doin'?" "They're sayin', 'Macnamara, 'oos 'e? 'E ain't no class. 'Oo wants Macnamara!" Holgate raised himself on his elbow, a look of interest in his face, which he tried to disguise. "See, laad," he said, "why does tha not send messenger thaself a troosty messenger?"
There's them as says 'e is, an' there's them as says 'e was cut down after Gordon. But it's only Gawd-forsaken Arabs as says it, an' they'll lie wichever way you want 'em." "Aye, laad, but what be great foolks doin' at Cairo? They be sendin' goold for Slatin an' Ohrwalder by sooch-like heathen as lie to you.
Stoat 'ill put up the mere, and I'll be back I can du't in ten meenutes." "Eh! dinna hurry for me, Ma'colm: I'm no worth it," said Lizzy. But Malcolm was already at full speed along the top of the dune. "Lord preserve 's!" cried Lizzy, when she saw him clear the brass swivel. "Sic a laad as that is! Eh, he maun ha'e a richt lass to lo'e him some day! It's a' ane to him, boat or beast.
His flush deepened. "I daarss'nt," he whispered hoarsely. "Poor laad, 'e 's freetened o' t' body," she explained. "Yo stay there, Wullie. I'll goa. T' body's nowt to me. I've seen too many o' they," she muttered as she went. They heard her crying excitedly overhead. "Jimmy! Yo coom to t' ma-are! Yo coom to t' ma-are!" The sounds in the room ceased instantly.
"I ain't sayin' 'as 'e went, an' I ain't thinkin' as 'e went. I'm waitin' like a bloomin' telegarpher at the end of a wire. 'E was the pick o' fifteen 'underd men was Macnamara." "What sent t' laad to Goordon?" "A-talkin' of 'isself silly to two lydies at onct." "Aye, theer's the floower o' the flock. Breakin' hearts an' spoilin' lives aw've seen them floowers bloomin'."
"But, wuman," he went on, "I fancy I hae set e'en upo' your e'en afore I canna weel say for yer face. Whaur come ye frae?" "Ken ye a place they ca' Daurside?" she rejoined. "Daurside's a gey lang place," answered Donal; "an' this maun be aboot the tae en' o' 't, I'm thinkin'." "Ye're no far wrang there," she returned; "an' ye hae a gey gleg tongue i' yer heid for a laad frae Daurside."
The old man was silent, and Miss Horn resumed the main subject of their conversation. "But though he michtna objec' till a father 'at he wasna jist Hector or Golia' o' Gath," she said, "ye canna wonner 'at the yoong laad no carin' to hae sic a mither." "And what would pe ta harm with ta mother? Will she not pe a coot woman, and a coot letty more to ta bargain?"
"Didst tha save them ten sooverins to get news o' Macnamara, laad?" "Think I bloomin' well looted 'em go to 'ell!" said Henry Withers of the Sick Horse Depot, and left the lower deck of the Osiris in a fit of sudden anger. Up in Omdurman Peter Macnamara knew naught of this.
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