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'Ridin' all over this' excuse my rough language, Kate 'blamed country, lookin' f'r to tell you Van Horn and Stone's out o' jail! "Laramie seen then from the ol' man's horse how he'd been ridin' 'n' softened down a bit. 'So I heard, Simmie, he says. 'Who'd you hear it from? says Simmie. 'Direct, Simmie, he says.
"Dirty weather," observed the Captain. "And it'll be dirtier yet before night. You better stay here in snug harbor this afternoon, Zoeth. Simmie and the boy and Mary-'Gusta and I can tend store all right. Yes, yes, you stay right here and keep dry. Hope Mary-'Gusta took an umbrella when she went." "I don't know as she has gone," said Isaiah. "She may be upstairs in her room yet.
"Look to the minced meat, Tibb," said Elspeth; "and turn the broach even, thou good-for-nothing Simmie, thy wits are harrying birds' nests, child. Weel, Tibb, this is a fasheous job, this Sir Piercie lying leaguer with us up here, and wha kens for how lang?" "A fasheous job indeed," answered her faithful attendant, "and little good did the name ever bring to fair Scotland.
Here's all I know, but I don't know all: About three hours ago Ben Simeral was riding up the Crazy Woman when he seen a man half dropping off his horse, hat gone, riding head down, slow, with his rifle slung on his arm. Simmie seen who it was Jim Laramie. He looked at horse 'n' man 'n' says: 'Where the hell you bin? 'Where the hell 'a' you been, Laramie says, pretty short.
Payin' that Simmie Crocker fourteen dollars a WEEK for drivin' team and swappin' our good sugar and flour for sewin'-circle lies over folks' back fences! I never heard such a thing in my life. Why, Baker's Bazaar don't pay the man on their team but ten a week. I know that 'cause he told me so himself. And Baker's Bazaar's got more trade than we have." "Yes.
Gin ever he observes a proud professor, wha has mae than ordinary pretensions to a divine calling, and that reards and prays till the very howlets learn his preambles, that's the man Auld Simmie fixes on to mak a dishclout o'. He canna get rest in Hell, if he sees a man, or a set of men o' this stamp, an, when he sets fairly to work, it is seldom that he disna bring them round till his ain measures by hook or by crook.
And maybe she didn't look contented with things in gen'ral! "Butler pulled up his horse by the gate. Him and Susannah bowed to all hands. Nobody said anything for a minute. Then Effie bounced off the trunk and down them steps. "'Simmie' she sung out, breathless like, 'Simeon Butler, what does this mean? "The Debs woman straightened up on the seat.
But Simmie and John Fryin' Pan scouted along behind and Simmie rode in ahead near town to tell me Laramie was comin'. God! He was a sight when he rode into this barn. He tumbled off his horse right there" McAlpin pointed to a spot where fresh straw had been sprinkled "just like a dead man. I helped carry him upstairs," he whispered. "I'll take y' to him.
"An they come not back the sooner," said Tibb, "they will fare the waur, for the meat will be roasted to a cinder and there is poor Simmie that can turn the spit nae langer: the bairn is melting like an icicle in warm water Gang awa, bairn, and take a mouthful of the caller air, and I will turn the broach till ye come back."
"Spoken openly?" repeated Sir Mungo Malagrowther; "ay, by my troth was it that is to say, it was whispered privately whilk is as open promulgation as the thing permitted; for ye may think the Court is not like a place where men are as sib as Simmie and his brother, and roar out their minds as if they were at an ordinary." "A curse on the Court and the ordinary both!" cried Nigel, impatiently.
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