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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Plenty more besides your brother is gone. Lookit here." "He was all I had," said Mary simply, her lips trembling. "Yes, I know. But what's up to-night, Mollie? You're still. Anything gone wrong at the store?" She was looking at her room-mate keenly. This was their regular time for mutual review and for the restoring gossip of the day.
Macmurdo in her shop to all who entered talked of the laird's homecoming. "He's a strange sort!" "Some do say he's been to America and found a gold-mine." "Na! He's just been journeying around in himself." "I am na spekalative. He's contentit, and sae am I. It's a mair natural warld than ye think." "Three year syne when he went away, he lookit like ane o' thae figures o' tragedy "
"I didn't know it was necessary." "Which is true more ways than one. Lookit here, Slimson, where might you happen to be going when you run into me so providential here at Moccasin Spring?" "I might be going most anywhere," Rack Slimson replied with a flash of temper. "No call to get het, Rack, no call to get het. What I'm asking is a fair question: Where might you be going to-day." "Marysville."
You never heard sic lauchin' as there was; an' Sandy's frien' lookit as gin he'd haen a dram, an' gotten an awfu' dose o' cauld. He didna say "guid-mornin'" when he gaed oot at the Toy Brig Station. Sandy had twa-three mair pliskies atween Dundee an' Edinboro, but I hinna time to tell you o' them. Peety the man that starts to write Sandy's beebliographie.
I took a bit peek in at the winda, an' here's Sandy merchin' aboot wi' the horse cover tied up in a bundle in ae hand, an' a stick i' the ither. He stoppit in the tume staw an' laid doon his bundle rale smert like; syne he lookit ower the buird to Donal', an' says, in an Englishy kind o' a voice, "Twa return tickets third-class an' back to Edinboro!" I saw syne what he was at!
"Lookit, Jack, let Miss Dale have her sleep out, and to-morrow sometime send a couple of boys with her over to Moccasin Spring." "Whatsa matter with you and one of the boys doing it?" "Because I have to go to Piegan City." "Huh?" "Yep Piegan City. I'm coming back, though, so you needn't worry about losing the hoss yo're gonna lend me." "That's good. But "
Racey's assurance that he would do the right thing if his suspicions proved unfounded did not appear to cheer Rack Slimson. "I lookit here," he began, desperately, "can't we fix this here up some way? I dunno as " "Shore we can fix it up," interposed Racey, heartily. "Go after yore gun any time you feel like it. I been letting you keep it on purpose." Rack Slimson did not accept the invitation.
"Ma word, Jeems," continued Elspeth with much relish, "Mary wud sune hae settled the minister gin she hed been in the kirk the day." "Ay, ay," inquired Jeems, "noo what wud the hizzie hae dune?" "She wud juist hae sent for him an' lookit wi' her een, an' askit him what ill he hed at her, an' gin that wesna eneuch she wud hae pit her handkerchief tae her face."
It's no possible!" exclaimed the poor Laird. "It canna be; ye were born on the land. O Jeanie woman, ye haena lookit ye haena seen the half o' the gear."
"Them nasty, dirty critters!" she exclaimed. "I wish't the boys had killed them all. Even in daylight they don't stand up and fight fair like men. I lost a whole churnin' yesterday. Besides, they killed my best cow this mornin', that's what they done. And lookit this thing!" She held up an Indian arrow, its strap-iron head bent over at right angles. "They shot this into our plow beam.
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