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Updated: May 6, 2025
My good friend Andrew McCleary attended to the business for me, and to-day I may make contracts as legally as two years hence." "Even with that advantage I do not see how it will be possible for you to build a grist-mill; or, if you should succeed in getting so far with the project, how you can procure the machinery. It is such an undertaking as Andrew McCleary himself would not venture."
"That is very true; yet, because you are one of the Sons of Liberty, Master McCleary thinks an arrest will surely follow." "Is it not safe for me to see my mother a few moments?" "She herself told me to warn you against coming. That half-breed, Jim, has been seen near the farm twice since yesterday noon, and he can be there for no other purpose than to give notice of your arrival."
John Joyce was at Lynn in 1637, and I find the names of Willyam Heally, William Reyle, William Barrett, and Roger Burke signed to a petition to the General Court of Massachusetts on August 17, 1664. Such names as Maccarty, Gleason, Coggan, Lawler, Kelly, Hurley, MackQuade, and McCleary also appear on the Cambridge Church records down to 1690.
He is now declaring you shall be arrested for stealing his horse, and Master McCleary sent me to warn you not to come home until the matter can be arranged." "Not go home!" Walter repeated, like one bewildered. "Where, then, shall I go?" "Your mother bade me ask you why you did not visit the land on the Pascataqua?
Lanterns sparkled and looped and circled, and fierce cries arose. Engines snorted in sullen labor, charging to and fro, aimlessly it appeared. And all around cattle were bawling, sheep were pleading for release, and swine lifted their piercing protests against imprisonment. "Here we are, in Chicago!" said McCleary, who always entered the city on that side. "Now, fellers, watch out for yourselves.
She is cared for by your friends in town, and prefers that you remain until the winter comes, rather than venture back to be thrown into prison." "You say she is cared for?" "Master McCleary attends to it that she wants for nothing. She is now with his mother; the crops have been harvested, and there is no longer reason why anyone should stay on the farm.
By returning to Portsmouth he could get the animal which McCleary had proposed he should ride, and yet to do so would delay him greatly, in addition to the possibility of arousing suspicion against his friend.
Ten minutes later he was at Samuel Leavitt's store, where he knew McCleary would be found at this time of the day. Before Neal could speak, his friend walked quickly out of the building toward the shore of the harbour, giving the would-be mill-owner an expressive look, which plainly told that he was to follow.
The day that McCleary started West Harold went to see him off, and after they had shaken hands for the last time, Harold went to the ticket window and handed in his return coupon to the agent, saying, "I'd like to have you put that aside for me; I don't want to run any chances of losing it." The agent smiled knowingly. "All right, what name?" "Excell, 'XL, that's my brand."
The Sons of Liberty could not attempt to prevent your being made a prisoner on the charge of stealing, however well they understand the case; or that would, as Master McCleary says, be too much like trying to overthrow all law and order, whereas they profess only to battle against injustice." "What is injustice, if not imprisoning me on such a charge?" "You understand what I mean, Walter.
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