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Needless to say I did not need much encouragement, and nothing ever passed us. McLaughlan was dying to take it home to the Sergeants' Mess, but we never got her. One day, as we were rattling down the main street, one of the tyres went off like a "4.2." We drew to the side, and there it was, as flat as a pancake.
Soon after this a small feeder at some distance offered to change with McLaughlan. That worthy liked his own ground best, but willing to do his friend George a good turn he turned the man over to him. George examined the new place, found that it was smaller but richer and better watered, and very wisely closed with the proposal. When he told Jacky that worthy's eyes sparkled.
"However," said he, "look out for some unlucky ones, that is your best chance, leastways your only one." So McLaughlan went cannily about listening here and there to the men who were now at their dinners, and he found Ede's gang grumbling and growling with their mouths full; in short, enjoying at the same time a good dinner and an Englishman's grace.
These two were mighty dissimilar, but they were on a level as to means and near neighbors, and that drew them together. In particular, they used to pay each other friendly visits on Sunday evenings, and McLaughlan would read a good book to George, for he was strict in his observances; but after that the pair would argue points of husbandry.
"Ay, lad, I mind o' ye the noo!" "The jolliest supper ever I had a haggis you called it." "Ay, did I, my fine lad. I cookit it till ye myssel. Ye meicht help me for ane." "I will," said Captain Ede; and a conference took place in a whisper between him and his men. "It is a' reicht the noo!" thought McLaughlan. "We have an offer to make you," said Ede, respectfully. "Let us hear't."
McLaughlan intimated briefly in his native dialect that he was, and intended to remain so; by way of comment on which he made a bolt from the judgment-hall, but was rudely seized and dragged before the judge. "For Heaven's sake, don't be a fool, McLaughlan. No man must refuse to be a juryman in a trial by lynch. I saw a Quaker stoned to death for it in California."
McLaughlan, you shall represent her." No answer. "McLaughlan," cried several voices, "where are ye? Don't you hear Judge Lynch speak to you?" "Come, McLaughlan, come over; you are a respectable man." Mr.
This done, he delivered his evidence thus: "Damme I saw dis fellow sell dirt to dis fellow, and damme I saw dis fellow find a good deal gold, and damme I heard him say dis is a dam good job, and den damme he put down his spade and go to sell, and directly he come back and say damme I am done!" "Aweel," said McLaughlan; "we jaast refuse yon lad's evidence, the deevelich heathen."
"Y're a guid lad," said the Scot demurely; "y're just as decent a body as ever I forgathered wi' and I'm thinking it's a sin to let ye gang twa miles for mairchandeeze whan ye can hae it a hantle cheaper at your ain door." "Can I? I don't know what you mean." "Ye dinna ken what I mean? Maybe no." Mr. McLaughlan fell into thought a while, and the grog being finished he proposed a stroll.
McLaughlan inquired when the proposed negotiation was likely to take place. "To-morrow morning," said George. "He asked me to go over about it this afternoon, but I remembered the lesson you gave me about making bargains on this day, and I said 'To-morrow, farmer."
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