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"Oh! mine moder! mine moder!" he sighed, as his head drooped helplessly forward, though his fingers tightened on the canoe with the convulsive grasp of a drowning man. Night descended on the water. The moon threw a fitful gleam now and then through a rift in the sailing clouds. All was still and dark and desolate above and around the perishing man.
Did not de good Lord say: 'Suffer de little chillen ter come unter Me'? An' Hilda, de dear little lamb, hab gone ter Him, an' is in de Good Shepherd's arms. Your little chile am not lost to you, she's safe at home, de dear bressed home ob heben, whar your moder is Missy Grace. De Hebenly Father say, 'Little Hilda, you needn't walk de long flinty, thorny path and suffer like you'se dear moder.
Who listen ven der boor leetle poy gry in der night? Who gome in der morning? Mine paby vould haf been ded if you haf not gome. Gott pless you; Gott pless your moder. I vant to dank her mooch." The grateful father had called down God's blessings so lavishly that Mildred very naturally said, "You have more reason to thank God than any one else, Mr.
It was while Winklemann was busily engaged on the stage that the storm broke forth which compelled the clergyman to spend the night on the islet, as already described. Of course the storm also forced Winklemann to remain at the station. But that impulsive youth's regard for his "moder" would not permit of his giving in without a struggle.
The rush carried them beyond the main body of fugitives, though not out of danger, for the Iroquois were pursuing hard; but soon Omas loosened his grip and dropped the arm of the lad. They were far enough removed from the swirl to exchange words. "Where moder where Alice?", asked the Delaware, as if he had no concern for his own child. "At Forty Fort." "Linna with them?"
"Francois," said he, "did you have much conversation with McLeod before he dismissed you on the way down?" "Oui, Monsieur, we had ver moche conversatione." "Can you remember what it was about?" "Oh oui. 'Bout a'most all tings. I tell him de mos' part of my histoire, me fadder, me moder, broder, sister, an' all dat, 'bout vich he seem not to care von buttin.
"`And Mary moder of mercy fre' Called any yonder?" "May I come in, Dame Agnes?" said a child's voice at the door. The old lady rose hastily, laid down her distaff, and opening the door, courtesied low to the little girl of ten years old who stood outside. "Enter freely, most gracious Lady! Wherefore abide without?" It was a pretty vision which entered.
We are none of us in a mood for trifling to-day." Then the old woman's wrath burst out. "You 'speck I'se feared ter speak fer dat chile w'at stan' by me so? Bettah be keerful yosef, mistis; you alls gittin' on ve'y scarey groun' wid Miss Lou. You tink you kin do wid her w'at you pleases des ez ef she a lil gyurl baby. I reck'n her moder come out'n her grabe ter look arter you ef you ain' keerful."
Keep off my lan', if you hain't want anoder lesson. "'You's a tief, my fader say. "'Hermidas, make up Narcisse Laroque bill, de old rascal say to his clerk. 'If he hain't pay dat bill to-morrow, I sue him. "So my fader is scare mos' to death. Only my moder she's say, 'I'll pay dat bill, me. "So she's take the money she's saved up long time for make my weddin' when it come.
First, I wonder how you'd manidge to gib me a t'rashin', an' second, I wonder if your own moder would rikognise you arter you'd tried it." At this the monkey turned its other ear as if to make quite sure that it heard aright. Nigel laughed shortly. "But seriously, Moses," he continued; "what do you think I should do? Should I reveal my suspicions to Van der Kemp?"
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