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It was terrible, but it was grand peppering away at them to the tune of 'Roamin' in the Gloamin'' and 'The Lass o' Killiecrankie. It's many a song about the lassies we sang in that 'smoker' wi' the Germans." According to another Highlander "those men who couldn't sing very well just whistled, and those who couldn't whistle talked about football and joked with each other.
'Keep a sure watch over a shameless darter, sez the Preacher agin; but God forbid you'm that. Awnly you'm allus wool-gatherin', an' roamin', an' wastin' time. An' time wance squandered do never come agin. I hear tell this has been gwaine forrard since Joe went to sea. What's the matter with 'e? Say it out plain an' straight an' now this minute."
Bostil eyed the young man, wondering what he knew about the difficulties of the job offered. It was no news to Bostil that he was at once the best and the worst man to ride for in all the uplands. "Sure, I know. But thet doesn't make no difference," went on Bostil, persuasively. "If we got along wal, you'd save some of thet yellow coin you're jinglin'. A roamin' rider never builds no corral!"
"I'm going to London!..." "London! Lord bless us, that's a long way!" "I'm going soon ... in a day or two," he went on, making his resolution as he spoke. The sight of her bare breast embarrassed him, and he wanted to go away quickly. "You're a one for roamin' the world, I must say!" she said. "You're no sooner here nor you're away again.
Mary bent her face down and kissed and kissed them. "You never kiss a person in that way," she said when she lifted her head. "Flowers are so different." He looked puzzled but smiled. "Eh!" he said, "I've kissed mother many a time that way when I come in from th' moor after a day's roamin' an' she stood there at th' door in th' sun, lookin' so glad an' comfortable."
Agin we landed on terry firmy I a feelin' as if we wuz roamin' through Fancy's fields, for it seemed as if cold Reality never could have planned anything approachin' what wuz all round us.
Mary bent her face down and kissed and kissed them. "You never kiss a person in that way," she said when she lifted her head. "Flowers are so different." He looked puzzled but smiled. "Eh!" he said, "I've kissed mother many a time that way when I come in from th' moor after a day's roamin' an' she stood there at th' door in th' sun, lookin' so glad an' comfortable."
But the dang thing don't seem to work like a loco'ed cayuse. Anyway it was a job. Them bohunks is getting' to roamin' about real annoyin', an' Koppy wust of all." "Who was shooting just before you gave me the signal?" "The bohunks, out after sparrow pie fer supper, I guess," he lied placidly, "ur larnin' which end a gun fires at. It's real dangerous in the bush these days.
I never expected to live any other way than jest as we lived then roamin' about the mountains, exposed to dangers continually, an' reckless because it was no use to think. But, after I had been a savage for a dozen years long enough to ruin any man the fur companies began to break up. The beaver were all hunted out o' the mountains.
Yet all the puffing that we got was by word of mouth. There were some wonderful choruses along those war-worn roads we traveled. "Roamin' in the Gloamin'" was still my featured song, and all the soldiers seemed to know the tune and the words, and to take a particular delight in coming in with me as I swung into the chorus.
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