Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
So I slipped quietly down-stairs and stowed Dinkie's overturned kiddie-car away in the cloak-room and warned Iroquois Annie the meekest-looking Redskin ever togged out in the cap and apron of domestic servitude not to burn my fricassee of frozen prairie-chicken and not to scorch the scones so beloved by my Scotch-Canadian lord and master.
The Scotch-Canadian lifted a countenance drunk with rage, passion-tossed. Slowly the light of reason came back into his eyes. Sheba was standing before him, his rifle in her hand. She had struck him with the butt of it. "Don't touch him! Don't you dare touch him!" she challenged. He looked at her long, then let his eyes fall to the battered face of his enemy.
She heard the big genial voice with the roll of Scotch-Canadian drawling out its r's, and the child's thin "Yes, Sor, m' Faather;" then the child burst into a joyous laugh. Eleanor wondered what he could have said to elicit that laugh. When she glanced back, the old frontiersman had Lizzie standing on his outstretched hand holding to a branch overhead peering in a deserted hawk's nest.
"Na, na; twa's a plenty, I'm tellin' ye." "But I'm afraid we'll have to do with two." The Scotch-Canadian evinced his satisfaction openly. "Mair'd be a bother; an' I doot not ye'll mak' it all richt, lad." "And you'll make one of those two, Tommy," Corliss went on, inexorably. "Na; there's ithers a plenty wi'oot coontin' me." "No, there's not. Courbertin doesn't know the first thing. St.
It all rested with Macdonald and the big Scotch-Canadian was a very uncertain quantity. His whole interests were at one in favor of getting Elliot out of the way. On the other hand how far would he go to save the Kamatlah claims and to remove this good-looking rival from his path? Peter could not think he would stoop to perjury against an innocent man.
The Scotch-Canadian stood at the edge of a willow grove. His face was grim as the day of judgment. "Don't move," he ordered. Elliot laughed irritably. He was both annoyed and disgusted. "What do you want?" he snapped. "You." "What's worrying you now? Do you think I'm jumping my bond?" "You're going back to Kusiak with me to give a life for the one you took."
He's a Scotch-Canadian, and he's nothing but a broken-down civil engineer who's taken up farming in the Northwest. He'd run over to England to finance a cooperative wheat-growing scheme, but had failed, because everything is so unsettled in England just now. But you're a woman, and before I go any further you'll want to know what Duncan looks like. Well, he's not a bit like his name.
He said he didn't sleep all night, after they found the water was there. He was too happy; he just went meandering about the prairie, singing to himself. "So you were pretty sure of me, Kitten-Cats, even then?" I demanded. He looked at me with his solemn Scotch-Canadian eyes. "I'm not sure of you, even now," was his answer. But I made him take it back.
The shock threw the beast's hind legs clear over the edge jarring the rider almost to the animal's neck. Next the old man was looking down the barrel of the outlaw's big repeater With a mighty swing, Matthews clubbed his rifle on the other's wrist. He might have scruples as to law and conscience; but he knew how and when and where to hit, did the Briton with the Scotch-Canadian blood.
There were two men employed by Haley, one the son of a Scotch-Canadian farmer, Webster by name, a stout young fellow, but slow in his movements, both physical and mental, and with no further ambition than to do a fair day's work for a fair day's pay. He was employed by the month during the busier seasons of the year.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking