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Updated: June 24, 2025
So when Captain Shad declared the illness of the South Harniss postmaster confined to his bed with sciatica to be due to his having "stooped to pick up one of them eighty-two page Wild West letters of yours, Mary-'Gusta, and 'twas so heavy he sprained his back liftin' it," Mary only laughed and ventured the opinion that the postmaster's sprained back, if he had one, was more likely due to a twist received in trying to read both sides of a postcard at once.
Sure enough, during the last two or three minutes the appearance of the fog had changed. It was dense still, but yellower in colour and even faintly luminous. From the bridge came no answer. "Liftin', that's what it is, an' I ask the Lord's pardon for lettin' myself be disturbed by ye." The skipper turned to leave the ladder, of which he had climbed but half a dozen steps.
'Wear ship, and a'ter him. So we hauls out? the line, us and the Culloden Tom Troubridge and pushes up, all sail set, to help him. "By then we got alongside, the Captain Nelson's ship she were was a sheer hulk. As we pass her, your father leans over the rail. "'Well done, Captain, says he, liftin his hat. "Nelson blinks his one eye up I can see him now.
"It's all very well," said Joe Wynbrook, "for us to be sittin' here, slingin' lies easy and comfortable, with the wind whistlin' in the pines outside, and the rain just liftin' the ditches to fill our sluice boxes with gold ez we're smokin' and waitin', but I tell you what, boys it ain't home! No, sir, it ain't HOME!"
"I 'm some fain to gang back to the fishin', my lord," said Malcolm. "This is ower easy a life for me. The deil wins in for the liftin' o' the sneck. But a' that 's naither here nor there, I ken, sae lang's ye want me oot o' the hoose, my lord." "Who told you I wanted you out of the house? By Jove! I should have made shorter work of it. What put that in your head? Why should I?"
"Dey say," said Gypsy Nan slowly, "dat youse knows more on de inside here dan anybody else t'ings youse got from de spacers' molls, an' from de dips demselves when youse was lendin' dem a hand; dey say dere ain't many youse couldn't send up de river just by liftin' yer finger, but dat youse're straight, an' dat youse've kept yer map closed, an' dat youse' re safe."
It was very quiet and kam. There was squirrels over the roof, yellow-jackets and bees dronin' away, and kinder sleeping-like all around in the air, and jay-birds twitterin' in the shingles, and they never minded me. You were movin' up and down among them little gals and boys, liftin' up their heads and talkin' to 'em softly and quiet like, ez if you was one of them yourself.
Scipio had evidently been told things by the Virginian. "Yes, I up and asked him plumb out," Scipio answered. "I was liftin' his trunk in at the door, and I couldn't stand it no longer, and I asked him plumb out. 'Yu've sure got Trampas where yu' want him. That's what I said. And he up and answered and told me. So I know." At this point Scipio stopped; I was not to know.
"Oh, you believe! you believe! You'd better take holt and lug and lift for two hours as I have, and then see." Sez I, "You hain't been here more'n ten minutes, if you have that. And there," sez I, liftin' up one end a little, "see what anybody can do who is calm. There I have stirred it, and now you can move it right along." "Oh, you did it! I moved it myself."
But ye should give up the idee o' footin' it to Cornwall; ye'll never git there without a liftin'." "I'll have a good try, anyway," rejoined Helmsley. "Good-night!" He turned towards Tom o' the Gleam. "Good-night!" "Good-night!" And Tom's dark eyes glowed upon him with a sombre intentness. "You know the old proverb which says, 'It's a long lane which has never a turning'?"
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