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An' seein' how Miller's left us to sail our awn boat to hell but still, if you'm set on it." He crossed it out, then suddenly laughed until the walls rang. "Hush! You'll wake everybody. What do 'e find to be happy about?" "I was thinkin' that down in them furrin, fiery paarts we'm gwaine to, as your wax plums an' pears'll damned soon run away. They'll melt for sartin!" "Caan't be so hot as that!
"The reason is, 'what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh. I knawed your faither. You'm as volatile as him wi'out his better paarts." "Leave him wheer he lies underground. If he'd lived 'stead of bein' cut off from life, you'd 'a' bin proud to knaw him." "A gypsy-man and no better, Will," said Mr. Blee. "Not but what he made a gude end, I allow." "Then I'll be up and away.
The cheel's movin' an' bracin' itself up an' makin' ready to come in the world, ban't it? I've told 'e so fifty times. It's little longer to wait." "It's no longer. It's nearer than sleep or food or drink. It's comin' 'fore the moon sets. 'T is that or the madhouse nothin' else. If you'd felt the fire as have been eatin' my thinking paarts o' late days you'd knaw.
I heard the noise of his breathin' paarts when he had brown kitty in the fall three years ago, an' awnly thrawed it off thanks to the gracious gudeness of Miller Lyddon, who sent rich stock for soup by my hand. But to hear un, you might have thought theer was a wapsies' nest in the man's lungs." "I doan't want to be nuss to a chap at my time of life, in coourse."
I'm fearin' graave for the big stack; an' theer's three paarts o' last year's hay beside, an' two tidy lil mows of the aftermath. So sure's the waters do rise another foot and a half, 'tis 'good-by' to the whole boilin'. Not but 'twill be a miracle for the stream to get much higher. A penn'orth o' frost now would save a pound of produce from wan end o' Carnwall to t'other."
The saw won its way; and between each spell of labor, the ancient man held his back and grumbled. "Er's Billy Jago," confided the second laborer to Barron, when his companion had turned aside to get some steel wedges and a sledge-hammer. "Er's well-knawn in these paarts a reg'lar cure. Er used tu work up Drift wi' Mister Chirgwin."
I'll shaw you what's in me yet. I'll surprise 'e, I promise. Nobody in these paarts 'cept mother, knaws what 's in me. But, wi'out boastful words, I'll prove it. Because, Miller, I may assure 'e I'm a man as have thought a lot in my time 'bout things in general." "Ess, you'm a deep thinker, I doan't doubt. Now best to go; an', mind, no dealins wi' Phoebe, for that I won't stand."
Wheer's the gude of a fuzz-pole o' yeller hair an' a pair o' blue eyes stuck 'pon top of a idle, good-for-nothin' body? Maidens caan't live by looks in these paarts, an' they'll find theerselves in trouble mighty quick if they tries to." Uncle Chirgwin instantly admitted that Mrs. Tregenza had the better of the argument. He was a simple man with a soft heart and no brains worth naming.
"Let us go, then; let us do what you thought to do 'fore faither comed forward so kind. Let us go away to furrin paarts, even now." "I doubt if he'd let me go. 'T is mouse an' cat for the minute. Leastways so he's thought since he talked to 'e. But he'll knaw differ'nt 'fore he lies in his bed to-night. Must be cut an' dried an' settled." "Be slow to act, Will, an' "
"Iss fay, so 'tis, an' I be Joe I talkin' to 'e; an' she'm shadin' her eyes theer to see my vessel a-sailin' away to furrin paarts! 'Tis a story that's true, an' the God-blasted limb what drawed this knawed I was gone to the ends o' the airth outward bound." A man from the turnstile came up here and inquired what was the matter.
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