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'E was worth two men at the lee fore brace, an' three at the bunt of a sail; 'E'd a voice you could 'ear to the royal-yards in the teeth of a Cape 'Orn gale; But now 'e's a full-blown lootenant an' wears the twisted braid, Commandin' one of 'is Majesty's ships in the North Atlantic trade." "And what is the ship you're sailin' in?"
I have even heard it asserted, that a hare enjoys being hunted. Yet I will allow that fly-fishing, after your vindication, appears amongst the least cruel of field sports. We must, however, confine ourselves to a few colloquial extracts from the practical portion of the volume; as Flies on the Wandle, &c. Orn. Certainly not.
The opening lines seem to promise well and have much of mellow thought, in spite of five hissing sibilants in the very first verse 'Ti/s/ the warm /S/outh, where Europe /s/pread/s/ her land/s/. Like fretted leaflets, breathing on the deep: And then comes in the fourth line an awful cacophony of alliteration and an alliteration in "c." A /C/alm earth-goddess /c/rowned with /c/orn and vines.
The paper says there isn't the slightest hope for him to escape. And listen to this: "Of all the happenings in the annals of the Ithaca courts the following is the most extraordinary. Orn Skinner, the squatter, who is to be tried this week for the murder of Emery Stebbins, the game warden, is the father of a girl some fifteen years old.
"She can keep the bread-risin' from comin' up," objected Brewer; "she did it with us one day last winter. She scooted by our hut and down dropped the yeast. Wouldn't as much as let her step her foot in my kitchen bakin' day. Air we goin' out again to-night, fellers?" "Yep," answered Ben Letts. "Sposin' Orn'll go, too. He air in town but he'll get back, Orn will.
"He ain't no hankerin' for nettin'. He ain't been right since Orn Skinner shot the gamekeeper." "He air my brat," replied Longman, "and he air good, if he does do what he oughtn't to sometimes. I air satisfied with him.... Let's go home." And, silently, as a spectral fleet, the boats lapped their way back, edging the shore carefully.
With many fair words they begged him to stay with them, and Olaf agreed to it, and both he and Orn entered the king's court. King Harald and Gunnhild set so great a store by Olaf that no foreigner had ever been held in such honour by them. Olaf gave to the king and Gunnhild many rare gifts, which he had got west in Ireland. King Harald gave Olaf at Yule a set of clothes made out of scarlet stuff.
He had drawn on his coat preparatory to leaving, and stood with Tessibel's hand in his. A sharp, quick knock on the door stayed his farewell. Orn Skinner lifted the latch, and Frederick Graves entered at the fisherman's bidding. His face was drawn and pale, his eyes red from weeping.
"I were goin' to say somethin' to ye, Tess," he then gasped, moistening his lips. "Gimme a drink of water." Andy held the cup while Orn drank. He struggled to swallow, belching forth hot breath. "When I air gone, brat dear," he articulated huskily, "stay in the shanty an' take care of Andy till there ain't no more danger fer 'im. Ye'll promise me, Tess?"
Then Gunnhild had a ship prepared and a crew got together, and bade Olaf say how many men he would have to go west over the sea with him. Olaf fixed the number at sixty; but said that it was a matter of much concern to him, that such a company should be more like warriors than merchants. She said that so it should be; and Orn is the only man mentioned by name in company with Olaf on this journey.
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