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Above the scattering of Sniders could be heard the pumping of Brown's and McTavish's Winchesters all against a background of demoniacal screeching and yelling. "They've got them on the run," Harriwell remarked, as voices and gunshots faded away in the distance. Scarcely were Brown and McTavish back at the table when the latter reconnoitred. "They've got dynamite," he said.
The address concluded with an appeal to the people for loyal devotion to the daily duties of life in their various relations as members of families, members of the community, citizens of the Province and of the Dominion. In the applause that followed the conclusion of this address, even old McTavish was observed to contribute his share with something amounting almost to enthusiasm.
On a hazy August afternoon the little steamer Inverness, Captain, James McTavish came sailing across Lake Simcoe with her long white bowsprit pointing towards the cedar-fringed gates opening into Lake Algonquin. She was a trim little craft, painted all blue and white like the water she sailed. Captain McTavish, who was also her owner, had named her after his birthplace.
Possession is nine points of the law, Buck and Old Duncan is in possession." "What do you mean in possession?" "I mean that at ten o'clock this morning Duncan McTavish appeared at our log-landing. The whisky-fat was all gone from him, and he appeared forty years old instead of the sixty he is. With a whoop he came jumping over the logs, straight for Jules Rondeau.
You think I am in a hurry? It seems to me as if there'd been millions of years of slow waiting." "I have certainly played the fool," said Miss McTavish, "and I suppose I have let myself in for this." Her voice was gentler. "Do you know, too, why I turned white in the chapel?" "Yes," he said, "I know that." "Traquair told you." "Yes."
He turned and looked down at the elder, and the sight of him marching peaceably beside Captain Jimmie reminded him of an old doggerel ballad: "But man, there's worse than that written in your own history," he cried: "O-o-och, Fairshon swore a feud, Against ta clan McTavish, And marched into their land, To murder and to ravish, For he did resolve, To extirpate ta vipers, With four-and-twenty men And five-and-twenty pipers!"
Also, until he comes, I'll leave Denby with you. You don't mind, do you, Mr. Denby? I'll send McTavish up with the Wanda, and you can go back on her and rejoin the Wonder. Captain Ward can manage without you for a trip." "It was just what I was going to volunteer," Denby answered. "I never dreamed all this muss would be kicked up over a joke.
Like so many of the old timers in western Canada, this particular McTavish had been at one time a servant of the Hudson Bay Company and as such had done his part in the occupation, peaceful and otherwise, of the vast territories administered by that great trading company.
Colland McTavish, your great-grandfather, and The McTavish's great-grandfather, were brothers and the poor bereft mother that put up this tablet was your great-great-grandmother, and hers." "Surely then," said he, "The McTavish would let me put a roof on the chapel. I'd like to," he said, and the red came strongly into his cheeks. "I'll ask her.
In addition to the stipend earned for conventional work, there were lost balls in abundance to be salvaged and resold. "Laddie," said John McTavish, "if I but had the lost-ball pur-r-rivilege of yon sweet courr-r-se and could insu-r-r-e deliver-r-r-y!"
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