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At e'en, when he comes weary frae the hill, I'll have a' things made ready to his will; In winter when he toils through wind and rain, A bleezin' ingle, and a clean hearth-stane; And soon as he's flung by his plaid and staff, The seething pot's be ready to tak' aff." Ramsay's sobriety here shines in comparison with all the fables and idylls of his age.
The walls of the pot's all worn so smooth, below high-water mark, there's nothin' to ketch on to, so there'll be nothin' to take off yer attention. I'm hopin' ye'll give the matter a right fair trial. But ef ye gits tired an' feels like givin' up, why, don't consider my feelin's. There's the falls awaitin'. An' I ain't agoin' to bear no grudge ef ye don't quite come up to my expectations of ye."
And the only way we got here was by competition some of us always beating others. Holy rollers like socialists would have us back to one cell and keep us there with equal rewards for all. But she don't work that way. The pot's still a-boiling, and competition is the eternal fire under it.
Eat it raw and it's good; b'ile it and it's better; fry it and it can't be ekalled; stoo it wi' a rabbit and you've got a stoo as savoury an' full o' flavour smells all right, don't it, Ann?" he enquired suddenly and a little anxiously, for Diana had possessed herself of the fork and was investigating the pot's bubbling contents with that deft and capable assurance that is wholly feminine.
The substance is white, looking very much like ordinary paint, but, unlike paint, it is constantly in motion, and the agitation is so persistent that an idea is given that the Paint Pot's basin is the bed of a crater. The continual bubbling and vibration is very interesting in its effects, and the noise it makes is quite peculiar, not unlike a subdued hiss or a badly executed stage-whisper.
Two of the men and they were among the strongest of all loosened their hands, and each gripped the scald by the wrist and yelled aloud, and at once the man beat on the great pot's cover drum-wise, and the ring of men whirled away round the fire in the wild dance whose foot beats we had heard as we came. Then those who sat round raised the chant we heard also.
The pot's quite sound, so the doctor hasn't put in a single rivet." "I am glad," I said heartily. "That's right thank you," said the poor fellow, smiling pleasantly, and he kept his eyes fixed upon me for some moments. Then in a light bantering way he went on, "Doctor said the well-worn old thing." "What was that?" I asked.
Jas' scooped out a spoonful of the pot's contents and blew over it. "You fixin' on havin' a showdown with the captain, Hatch?" he asked. The big man laughed. "I has me a showdown with anyone what gits too big for his breeches, Jas'. You, Reb " he indicated Drew, with a thumb poking through a ragged glove "supposin' you jus' show us what you got in them pockets o' yourn." Jas' laughed.
Then the old uns take courage an' make a snap at it now and again, but very tenderly, till it gits cooler at last, an' then at it they go, worryin', an' scufflin', an' barkin', an' gallopin', just like Moses there, till the pot's as clean as the day it wos made."
No one was interested in coffee and the group filed out. Ten minutes later, the white-coated waiter came to pick up the things. He crossed to the coffeepot, lifted it, and took a tiny device out of the hidden space formed by the pot's legs and its bottom. This, he slipped into his pocket before picking up the tray and going out as he'd come.
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