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Updated: May 27, 2025
The window was small and the light dim. A white-haired old woman was warming her hands and crooning over a wood fire. "Eh, mother," cried Betty, "I've brought someone to sing to ye. 'Lodgin' on the Cold Ground, do ye remember that old ditty?" "Do I mind it? Why, to be sure. But who sings it now-a-days? Nobody."
McTavish, asked me if I wudna' gie ye this letter frae the gentleman what's lodgin' wi' her." With these words the little mite delivered her missive and, having given another bob, departed upon her ways. "Why," the doctor cried in astonishment, "it's directed to me and in Tom's writing. What can be the meaning of this?" "Oh dear! oh dear!" Mrs.
Rachael will coom then; and arterwards I'll see thee safe t' thy Travellers' lodgin. 'T may be long, Rachael, ere ever I ha th' chance o' thy coompany agen. They complied, and the three went on to the house where he lodged.
It was an expression of impatience and disgust. "What's the matter, Jim?" Mr. Benedict called. "Here's my har," responded Jim, "actin' as if it was a piece o' woods or a hay-lot, an' there ain't no lodgin' it with nothin' short of a harricane. I've a good mind to git it shingled and san'-papered."
"What you been writin', then?" "Miles of figures and entries about one gross bottles lemon, two gross sassaprilla, one gross empties returned." "No more poetry?" "No more nothin'." Joel was obstinately cheerful. "Well, you been makin' money, anyways; that's something." "Yeh. I buy my own shoes and clo'es now and pay my board and lodgin' at home.
We rode up to a ranch 'bout dark, that night, me between the others, with my hands tied behind me, and Jim called the owner out. "I want a night's lodgin' fer my deputies and our prisoner," he says. "I'm the sheriff of Guadalupe County, and I'll fix up the bill in the mornin'." "Come in! Come in!" the feller says, callin' a man for the horses. "Glad to accommodate you. Who's your prisoner?"
Och! an it's betther she is already, as soon as she heerd of a night's lodgin'. The young man who was kneeling by the girl just now, goes to her other side, and succeeds in supporting her by putting his arm round her waist, whilst the woman holds her by one arm; and thus they follow the good mistress of the farm, followed in their turn by the rest of the party.
"Enough to pay for a night's lodgin'?" His voice sounded strangely soft from one so large and rugged. It hinted at unused possibilities. But though Amelia felt impressed, she was conscious of little more than her own cold and stiffness, and she answered sharply, "No, I don't. I don't calculate to hire, except in hayin' time, an' then I don't take tramps."
"Ah'm thinkin' the gentleman micht find a coomfortaible lodgin' wi' the weedow Macphairson a wee bittie doon the road. Her dochter is awa' in Ameriky, an' the room is a verra fine room, an' it is a peety to hae it stannin' idle, an' ye wudna mind the few steps to and fro tae yir meals here, sir, wud ye? An' if ye 'ill gang wi' me efter dinner, 'a 'll be prood to shoo ye the hoose."
Wal, he come and took up his lodgin' at the Gineral's; and he was jest as slippery as an eel, and sort o' slid into every thing, that was a goin' on in the house and about it. He was here, and he was there, and he was everywhere, and a havin' his say about this and that; and he got everybody putty much under his thumb.
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