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"Think of the homes it has ruined," he was saying; "the young lives it has blighted; the prisons it is filling; the " "What about the snakes, Mickie?" came a voice from the audience. "Sure, you're right there. I don't intind to leave the snakes out. And say, Dave Groggan, did yer grandfather ever tell ye where the sarpents wint to whin Saint Patrick drove thim out of ould Ireland?"
Presently "Paddy" came along; but "Paddy," who, too, had lunched, bestowed merely a sniff and a "No, thank you" wag of the tail. "What, you no want 'em? All right." No second offer was risked, and in a moment, in one mouthful, the chick was being crunched by Mickie, feathers and all.
Growing on the blistering rocks, with roots, down in the crevices, was a lowly vine, or rather a diffuse, creeping shrub with myrtle-like leaves and racemes of white flowers. "That fella wild dynamite," said Mickie, as he tore up several strands of the plant and bunched them, leaves and all, in his hand.
'Oh, she'll have recovered by then. You must make allowance for the shock we gave her, poor dear. Consider how you would feel if Lady Worsley suddenly appeared upon the scene, and demanded devotion from Sir Frank. 'She wouldn't get it, Mrs. Mickie dimpled candidly. 'Frank always loses his heart and his conscience at the same time. But you don't suppose there's anything serious in this affair?
When Providence sends a "white fella," they appreciate flour, tea, sugar, potatoes, meat, and all sorts of game, from cockatoos to flying-foxes. Once Mickie was asked how he managed to win the favour of such a fine gin. "Unkl belonga her giv'em me," he replied. There was no marriage ceremony.
Mickie, with candour. 'I think he's a ridiculous old glacier, Mrs. Gammidge remarked, and Mrs. Mickie looked at Madeline and said, 'Slap her! 'What for? asked Miss Anderson, with composure. 'I dare say he is occasionally. It isn't a bad thing to be, I should think, in Indian temperatures. 'I guess you got it that time, dear lady, said Mrs. Mickie to Mrs.
Being reminded that he had boldly asserted that there was no bad snakes on the island, Mickie replied "That fella no bad. Only make foot big." When the tomahawk in the process of cutting out damaged a grub, Mickie with a leer of satisfaction would eat the wriggling insect with a feigned apology "Me bin cut that fella."
The other ladies did not exchange glances this time. Miss Anderson's change of tone was too marked for comment which she might have detected. 'Colonel Innes got the telegram this morning. She wired from Brindisi, Mrs. Gammidge said. 'Does he seem pleased? asked Mrs. Mickie, demurely. 'He said he was afraid she would find it very hot coming up here from Bombay.
Mickie sings this song of inspiration most vigorously, when Jinny, his portly spouse, comes to "wash 'em plate" in the evening, and she explains with a fat chuckle "Mickie corrobboree loud fella. He fright. He think subpose he corrobboree blenty debil-debil no come up." Blacks are students of natural events.
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