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Updated: May 29, 2025
You fought your equals with art and science; here's Well, well, God's grace for MacCailein Mor!" "God's grace for us all!" said the minister. The man with the want fell fast asleep in his chair, with his limbs in gawky disposition.
"Non! Non! De treize! De, w'at you call t'irten she repe't! A'm git mor' as seex hondre dollaire " The proprietor lumbered heavily from behind the bar and Benton noted that the thick fingers closed tightly about the handle of a bung-starter.
“A lu scur’ vagi cercann’ La bella mia addo è? Mo m’annascunn’ po’ fann’ dispera’, I mor’, I mor’ pe’ te, Ripos’ cchiù ne ho!” Behind the long line of lofty well-built houses facing the Bay, the streets are gloomy, narrow and crooked, a labyrinth of dark mysterious lanes that contain no palaces or churches of note, and but few artistic “bits” to catch the eye and delight the soul of a painter.
It was not merely that the enemy had killed an cabrach mor, the great stag of their love; he had killed him on the chief's own land! under the very eyes of the man whose business it was to watch over him! It was an offence unpardonable! an insult as well as a wrong to his chief! In the fierce majesty of righteous wrath he threw himself on the poacher.
Wake up, Sim! wake up! this is '55, and there are sundry written laws of the State that unfortunately prevent even the Mac-Cailen Mor snatching a man from the footpath and hanging him because he has not the Gaelic accent and wears his hair in a different fashion from the rest of us. Don't be a fool, cousin, don't be a fool!" "It's as your Grace likes," said MacTaggart.
"Condemn your parley, Para Mor," cried Sir Donald; "it's young MacLachlan, open your doors!" And the gate in a little swung on its hinges to pass us in. This mount of Dunchuach, on which we now found ourselves ensconced, rises in a cone shape to a height of about eight hundred feet, its bottom being but a matter of a quarter-mile from the castle door.
The object of my friend's description was speaking into the ear of MacCailein Mor by this time, and the Marquis's face showed his tale was interesting, to say the least of it.
Now the smallest of the giants was far bigger and more terrible than anything ever the Amadan had seen or heard of in his life before, so you can fancy what Slat Mor must have been like. But the Amadan was little concerned at this. He went to meet Slat Mor, and the two of them fell to the fight, and a great, great fight they had.
But he wa'n't jest a common dog, sir; he was a fishin' dog. I never seed a man love fishin' mor 'n Dash." The dog was in the room, and heard his name. Stealing to the bedside, he put a cold nose into the cold hand of his old friend, and no one had the heart to take him away. The touch turned the current of the old man's talk for a moment, and he was fishing again with his dog friend.
He'd hardly dare leave them long enough to sink this craft. But what does he know about running an engine?" "Ah reckon as how he cud, sah, if he just had to," interposed the negro. "He wus a' foolin' mor' or les' wid dat one a' comin' up frum Saint Louee; an' he sure ask'd me a big lot o' questions. He done seemed right handy; he sure did." "Then that probably is the explanation.
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