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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Harry, my boy; another slice of beef?" said Major Shafto, addressing his fine young sailor-son, a passed midshipman, lately come home from sea. "No, thank you, since I could not, if I took it, pay due respect to the mince-pies and plum-pudding; but Willy here can manage another slice, I daresay. He has a notion, that he will have to feed for the future on `salt junk' and `hard tack."
The Overlanders were observing them narrowly, and especially Joe Shafto, who, having seen them first, and being suspicious of the newcomers, had run for her rifle and thrown herself down behind a log, commanding Henry to follow.
I see a deal too much of it; while you fellows are snoozing in bed, I'm turning out filthy liquor shops, drug stores, tea houses, and stopping Chinese fights, smuggling and murder." "Yes, we know all that," rejoined Roscoe; "you look into the dark, Shafto and I see the bright side of this country."
Late one warm afternoon in January, when Shafto was unusually busy on the Pagoda wharf consignments of paddy were coming in thick and fast suddenly, above the din of steam winches and donkey engines, there arose a great shouting, and he beheld an immense cloud of white dust rolling rapidly in his direction. "Look out, it's a runaway!" roared a neighbouring worker.
On the very first Thursday after his arrival in Rangoon, Shafto presented himself at the "Barn," a residence purchased many years previously for the use of the then reigning Gregory. The house was large but unostentatious; the well-matured beautiful grounds and gardens were notable even in Rangoon. A recent acquaintance, who escorted Shafto, presented him to Mrs.
Harry Shafto was especially thankful when he received the report of the doctor; and it was arranged that the next morning, as soon as some more spades could be manufactured, a party should set out to dig roots, while Captain Twopenny volunteered to lead another in search of hogs.
Why, I saw Mr. Shafto in Bricklands on Tuesday, and he looked as well as he ever did in his life." "That was the day he heard the news," announced Mrs. Billing, selecting an arm-chair and casting off her feather boa. "Bad news?" suggested Miss Jane. "Very bad indeed could not be worse. He heard he'd lost every penny he possessed in the wide world."
I have a hundred a year of my own, and I'm quite a good manager, with a real taste for millinery. If the worst comes to the worst, I shall open a shop in Phayre Street and make our fortune!" It was mail day and Shafto, who now dined at the "Barn," was unusually late in appearing. He looked rather excited and out of himself as he entered with many apologies.
Just as they were finishing their breakfasts Joe led over June and July, and waited observantly while Tom and Hippy rolled their belongings into packs which Mrs. Shafto lashed to the mules with her own hands. "Ye see the twins don't like to have strangers monkeyin' around 'em," she explained. "I'll git goin' now and ye kin foller along. I've got to git Henry first." "Eh?
Shafto was so rude to me about the book club, when I wrote and protested against the 'loose' novels she put upon her list. Why, you saw her letter yourself!" Here a pause ensued, during which Miss Jane blew into every separate finger of her gloves and folded them up with the neatest exactitude. Presently she murmured with a meditative air: "I was thinking of asking Eliza to run over."
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