Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
Dwarf pines were planted about and a Morning Glory vine over-ran the house, giving the place an air of restful domesticity. As they entered the store the trio noticed a saddle-horse tied to the hitching-rail outside. They were greeted jovially by MacDavid himself.
Violently thrusting his elder companion aside he commenced to harangue MacDavid in an excited voice and with vehement gestures of disapprobation of the whole proceedings. The trader translated swiftly: "He says Nemoyah! not to give the bottles to Many Drunks, as when he gets full of skutiawpwè he raises hell on th' reserve, an' there's no livin' with him.
Following this for some few hundred yards westward they reached the substantial abode of Morley MacDavid, who was, as his name suggested, the hamlet's oldest settler and its original founder. His habitation combining store, post-office, and ranch-house was a commodious frame dwelling, unpretentious in appearance but not wanting in evidences of prosperity.
Vouchsafing a brief nod to the visitors he continued his conversation with MacDavid. "Ya-as," he was drawling, "one of the most extraordinary shots you ever heard of, Morley! I was between the devil and the deep sea properly. There was the bear rushing me at the double and there was the cougar perched growling up on the rock behind me.
Relief came to the two besiegers with the first streaks of dawn. Dr. Cox, with almost superhuman efforts, had somehow managed to reach Lanky Jones and the buckboard with the wounded Redmond. Swiftly conveying the latter back to the detachment, the physician had immediately got in touch with the night-operator at the station, and also MacDavid.
Just now that worthy was surveying his subordinates with a care-free smile of bonhomie. "Guess we'll dhrop inta th' shtore on our way up" suggested he, "see'f there's any mail, an' have a yarn wid ould MacDavid." Half way up the long, winding, graded trail that led to the detachment, the trio turned into another trail which traversed it at this point.
The latter's injury, though serious, was not a mortal hurt, according to a report from MacDavid, who had left the doctor watching his patient closely at the detachment. Suddenly, a few paces to the right of where they lay, came the sound of one of the party stealthily clearing his throat. Poor fellow! his momentary lack of caution proved to be his death warrant. Crack!
Then he turned to the trader. "Morley," he said quietly, "yu're not a talker, I know, but anyways! . . . I ask ye now . . . ye'll oblige me by shpakin' av this tu no man yet awhiles. . . . I have me raysons onnershtand?" The eyes of the two men met, and question and answer were silently exchanged in that one significant look. MacDavid nodded brief acquiescence to the others request.
MacDavid translated swiftly, received the answer, and turned to Yorke. "He says 'Aie-ha! "Tell him Nemoyah! I won't." "He says Aie-hat ekwecè! Says she's his brother's wife's niece. But he says you must give him the two bottles of skutiawpwè first, though." The object of these frivolous negotiations had meanwhile covered her head with the blanket, from the folds of which issued shrill giggles.
At this city Richard was joined by Sir William de Wellesley, who claimed to be hereditary standard-bearer for Ireland, and by other Anglo-Irish nobles. From thence he despatched his Earl Marshal into "Catherlough" to treat with McMurrogh. On the plain of Ballygorry, near Carlow, Art, with his uncle, Malachy, O'Moore, O'Nolan, O'Byrne, MacDavid, and other chiefs, met the Earl Marshal.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking