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As they went out to board a returning bus, Christopher remarked regretfully: "I'd have given a cent to see the rest of those clocks." "What clocks?" inquired McPhearson with surprise. "Why, Mr. Hawley's." The Scotchman halted abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk. "My goodness!" ejaculated he. "I never thought of it! Why under the sun didn't you speak up, laddie?"
Subtract seventy- one, and it leaves nine. I was born in 1809, which is the year Keliimakai died, which is the year the Scotchman, Archibald Campbell, lived in Honolulu." "Then am I truly older than you, Kanaka Oolea. I can take you now to the spot where was the Scotchman's grass house. The Seaman's Mission stands now on the very ground. Yet do I know when I was born.
"No, I am not ill," answered the Scotchman, simply, and in his most natural tone of voice. "Then what is the matter with you since yesterday?" asked Maria Addolorata, less coldly, and as though she were secretly amused. "There is nothing the matter at least, nothing that I could explain to you." She sat down in the big easy-chair and, as formerly, he took his seat opposite to her.
I don't know what became of them or of the son. Law was a Scotchman; of very doubtful birth; tall and well made; of agreeable face and aspect; gallant, and on very good terms with the ladies of all the countries he had travelled in.
The old man sat on the front seat, stooping forward, with his elbow resting on the desk and his chin on his hand, bunching up his beard over his mouth with his fingers and staring gloomily at Peter with dark, piercing eyes from under bushy eyebrows, just as I've since seen a Scotchman stare at Max O'Rell all through a humorous lecture called "A nicht wi' Sandy."
Well, anyway, I had a bad reputation on a beach where there were no good reputations. I was reckless, dangerous, stopped at nothing in fight or frolic; and the trading captains used to bring boiler-sheeted prodigies from the vilest holes of the South Pacific to try and drink me under the table. I remember one, a calcined Scotchman from the New Hebrides. It was a great drinking.
Looking down astern from the boat-deck or from B deck to the steerage quarters, I often noticed how the third-class passengers were enjoying every minute of the time: a most uproarious skipping game of the mixed-double type was the great favourite, while "in and out and roundabout" went a Scotchman with his bagpipes playing something that Gilbert says "faintly resembled an air."
"Anyways, somewhere about eleven, an' pitch dark, a Jack which his name is Strahan a Scotchman, by what they say went off all alone by himself, to have a sort of private peep at that there fort. He was pretty well filled up wi' grog, or pr'aps he wouldn't ha' been quite so venturesome. Well, he waded up to his chin in a ditch o' mud what goes round the fort, with his pistols above his head.
"It cannot be serjeant Joyce, for he will stay until he get your orders to march," the youth replied, not altogether without humour in his manner; "and, as for the Scotchman, he is old, and men of his years are not apt to wait so long, if they intend to be traitors. The negroes all love you, as if you were their father, and there is no one but me left to betray you."
"I say, Tom, do you see that Scotchman hugging the Creole, eh?" "Scotchman!" said I, looking towards Don Ricardo, who certainly did not appear to be particularly amorous; on the contrary, we had just alighted, and the worthy man was enacting groom. "Yes," continued Bang, "the Scotchman hugging the Creole; look at that tree do you see the trunk of it?" I did look at it.
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