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Leach's pay in place of her Majesty's. Esmond had seen this gentleman, and a very ingenious, hardworking honest fellow he was, toiling to give bread to a great family, and watching up many a long winter night to keep the wolf from his door. And Mr. St.
"They be comin' down," said Buggins; "Oliver Leach's chalk mark's on 'em for Wednesday marnin'." "Comin' down!" echoed Josey "Comin' down? Gar'n with ye all for a parcel o' silly idgits wi' neither rhyme nor reason nor backbone! Comin' down! Why ye might as well tell me the Manor House was bein' turned into a cow-shed! Comin' down! Gar'n!"
He longed to make Spruce understand what was going on, but that unfortunate individual was slightly stunned by Leach's heavy blow, and sitting on the grass with his head between his two hands, was gazing, in a kind of stupefaction at the 'new Missis'; so that any 'bellowing' into his ear was scarcely possible.
Leach's orders, as deaf as a post unless you 'ollers at him, but a good-meanin' man for all that and I sez, 'Spruce, you and me 'ull go an' fetch old Josey Letherbarrow, and see if bein' the oldest 'n'abitant, as they sez in books, he can't get a wurrd with Miss Vancourt, and so 'ere we be, Miss, for the trees be chalked" and he turned abruptly to Spruce and bellowed "Baint the trees chalked for comin' down to-morrow marnin'? Speak fair!"
Spruce heard, and at once gave a lucid statement. "By Mr. Leach's orders, Miss," he said, addressing Maryllia; "The five old beech-trees on the knoll, which the village folk call the 'Five Sisters, are to be felled to-morrow marnin'. They've stood, so I'm told, an' so I b'lieve, two or three hundred years " "And they're going to be cut down!" exclaimed Maryllia. "I never heard of such wickedness!
Johnson, as Johnson, was unrecognizable; and not only that, for his features, as human features at all, were unrecognizable, so discoloured and swollen had they become in the few minutes which had elapsed between the beginning of the beating and the dragging forward of the body. But of Leach's behaviour By the time I had finished cleansing the cabin he had taken care of Johnson.
The hunters have experimented and practised with their rifles and shotguns till they are satisfied, and the boat-pullers and steerers have made their spritsails, bound the oars and rowlocks in leather and sennit so that they will make no noise when creeping on the seals, and put their boats in apple-pie order to use Leach's homely phrase.
We've got him!" I could hear Leach crying. "Who?" demanded those who had been really asleep, and who had wakened to they knew not what. "It's the bloody mate!" was Leach's crafty answer, strained from him in a smothered sort of way. This was greeted with whoops of joy, and from then on Wolf Larsen had seven strong men on top of him, Louis, I believe, taking no part in it.
It might have been the dew which was rising and cooling his feet, or the pale, blinking stars, the sedative rays of which seemed to penetrate to his seething brain. He remembered John Leach's sermon that day in the mountains at the cross-roads store. The fellow had found something.
He knocked off one of the hunches, and carrying it home, or to a camp, or wherever he lived, he put it on the fire, and incited it down into clear lead. He sought for the spot again and again, but could never find it. Mr. Leach's brother is a student at Shelburne Falls.
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