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'Talkin' of the keg, says Dick, 'for the matther o' that, says he, 'divil a much differ the hat will persave; for the one' meanin' ould Con's head, who was a hard dhrinker the one, says Con, 'is as much a keg as the other ha! ha! ha! Dick met Rousin' Redhead another day: 'Arrah, Con, says he, 'why do you get your hats made upon a pot, man alive?
"Faith, an' if you wor a priest, Dandy, you'd never die with your face to the congregation. You'll be a rope-dancer yourself yet; only this, Dandy, that you'll be undher the rope instead of over it, so good night." "Rouser," exclaimed the other. "Rousin Redhead!" "Go home," replied the Rouser.
Your head isn't well, but all you want is a good rousin' sleep." "Very well, Nancy; very well, that's enough quite satisfactory quod erat demonstrandum. May all kinds of bad luck rest upon the Findramore boys, any way! The unlucky vagabonds I'm the third they've done up. Nancy, off wid ye, like quicksilver for the priest." "The priest! Why, Mat, jewel, what puts that into your head?
"Yes, sir, on'y we calls it dowsin'. Sharp and sudden like. Furst dollop fails, give him another, and keep it up till he walks on deck to get dry; then call me to swab up the cabin, and he's all right." "I'll tell Mr Walters what you say, Hampton." "No, sir, I wouldn't do that; 'cause if you do, he'll have his knife into me. I on'y meant it as good advice. He on'y wants rousin' up.
Follering the plough all day wuz nothing to it. But when we got to the P'int, we found the Gineral there. An' he made us a rousin' speech that put new life into every man of us, an' we felt that we could foller him anywheres. As ther wuz no roads to speak of, and the Gineral had considerable stores, he seized all the boats he could find." "Requiseetioned, they ca' it," interjected Sandy.
No fear o' redskins troublin' her agin for some time," replied Dick, throwing down the broom and patting the girl's head. "Come, lass, let's have some supper. Show March what a capital cook ye are. I'll kindle a rousin' fire an' spread some pine-branches round it to sit on, for the floor won't be quite dry for some time.
Lady Holme hated arriving anywhere early, but Lord Holme was in such a prodigious fuss about being in plenty of time to give Miss Schley a "rousin' welcome," that she yielded to his bass protestations, and had the satisfaction of entering their box at least seven minutes before the curtain went up.
"Come, give us a song, Gaspard," cried several voices, apparently inspired at the same moment with the same idea and desire. "Wan wid a rousin' chorus, boy," cried Flynn. Gaspard complied, being ever ready to oblige, but whether it was the heat, or the dust, or the "rousin'" chorus, or the drink, the song was a partial failure.
Then she looked towards the stage with apparent interest. Mrs. Leo sat sideways with her trumpet lifted up towards her ear, Lord Holme had his eyes fixed on the stage, and held his hands ready for the "rousin' welcome." Mr. Laycock, at the end of the row, was also all attention.
"What get ye there but the dry banes o' morality, upo' which the win' o' the word has never blawn to pit life into the puir disjaskit skeleton. Come ye to oor kirk, an' ye'll get a rousin', I can tell ye, man. Eh! man, gin ye war ance convertit, ye wad ken hoo to sing. It's no great singin' 'at ye guide."
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