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Updated: June 24, 2025
Never did song create such a sensation as Miss Macan's; and certainly her desires as to the chorus were followed to the letter, for "The Widow Malone, ohone!" resounded from one end of the table to the other, amidst one universal shout of laughter.
"Poor fellow!" said Dr Nettleby, on my thus translating the Spaniard's exclamation for Corporal Macan's benefit. "I'm afraid he has dropped his anchor in real earnest." "Oh, doctor," I cried, "you don't mean that he is dead?" "Not quite yet, but pretty nearly so," he replied, feeling the man's pulse again and then putting his hand to his heart.
"Dearest Aunt, Captain Power didn't mean to offend you; I'm certain he " Oh, dear! oh, dear! is there any whiskey negus?" Whatever sympathy Miss Macan's sufferings might have excited in the crowd about her before, this last question totally routed them, and a most hearty fit of laughter broke forth from more than one of the bystanders.
"Well, mind you get up a good chorus, for the song has one, and here it is." "Miss Macan's song!" said Power, tapping the table with his knife. "Miss Macan's song!" was re-echoed on all sides; and before the luckless general could interfere, she had begun.
But two minutes afterwards my little seven year old daughter, rather the worse for amateur gardening, and holding a cage of white mice in her hand, appeared on the threshold, smiled at me with refreshing absence of apology, darted in, dumped the white mice on an open volume of my precious Turner Macan's edition of Firdusi, and clambering into my lap and seizing pencil and paper, instantly ordained my participation in her favourite game of "head, body and legs."
In addition to my own I have many letters to write for the islanders to friends in England and elsewhere who have sent them parcels. Last evening I went to the cemetery to try to make a sketch of Mr. Macan's grave for his grandmother. This is the young man who came in the Pandora in 1904 and was drowned, as it is thought, in trying to swim round a bluff to the west of Burntwood.
"Faith, sor, I'll be afther rayportin' you to the docthor!" "Hi, hullo, who's taking my name in vain?" at that moment exclaimed Dr Nettleby himself, emerging from the gunroom at this critical juncture, the worthy medico having been making his rounds, looking up some of those of his patients who were not actually on the sick list. "I'm sure I heard that Irish blackguard Macan's voice somewhere.
"It is a long lane that has no turning," though, as the old adage goes; and so, after three weeks more of enrolling volunteers at Corporal Macan's favourite "rendywoo," and the hoisting in of many guns and boats and stores and provisions of all sorts, until the Candahar, I thought, would never contain them all, we finally bent our sails, crossed royal yards and were declared "ready for sea."
Then she listened but 'twas a mistake it was the Widow Macan's step, who carried the ten pailfuls of water up from the river to fill the butt in the backyard every Tuesday and Friday, for a shilling a week, and 'a cup o' tay with the girls in the kitchen.
"Don't you care a bit whether your friends get married or not?" "Not a bit," said I. Barbara lifted the Macan's Firdusi, still suffering the desecration of the forgotten cage of white mice, onto my manuscript and hoisted herself on the cleared corner of the table. "Doria is my dearest friend. She did my sums for me at school, although I was three years older.
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