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Updated: June 22, 2025
Let them talk of their spinnet and sinnet, their fiddle and their diddle, their dancing and their prancing, but there is no genteel accomplishment able to be compared to a rousing whistle on the fingers. See what it did for us to-night. My soul to glory, but only for it, Mr. However, God's good, and, after all, boys, you see there is nothing like an accomplished education.
He thought you was a tough, but he didn't mind that no more than I did. It ain't for us to say what we're goin' to be, not always. Things in life git stronger than we are. You was a tough, but who's goin' to judge you! I ain't; for Clint took to you, Sinnet, an' he never went wrong in his thinkin'. God! he was wife an' child to me an' he's dead dead dead."
'You do mystify me "somebody else"! he replied gallantly. 'And that is the story, I suppose? 'That's the story, repeated Miss Sinnet with some little triumph. 'Now, let me see; it was on Saturday last yes, Saturday evening; a wonderful sunset; Bewley Heath. 'Oh yes; my daughter's favourite walk. 'And your daughter's age now? 'She's nearly sixteen; Alice, you know.
The only wood which they can procure not possessing sufficient elasticity combined with strength, they ingeniously remedy the defect by securing to the back of the bow, and to the knobs at each end, a quantity of small lines, each composed of a plait or “sinnet” of three sinews.
The old man gripped his arm so suddenly that Sinnet was startled, in so far as anything could startle anyone who had lived a life of chance and danger and accident, and his face grew a shade paler; but he did not move, and Buckmaster's hand tightened convulsively. "You liked him, an' he liked you; he first learnt poker off you, Sinnet.
They'd guess what I was doin' there. It's surer here. He's got to come down the trail, an' when I spot him by the Juniper clump" he jerked an arm towards a spot almost a mile farther up the valley "I kin scoot up the underbrush a bit and git him plumb. I could do it from here, sure, but I don't want no mistake. Once only, jest one shot, that's all I want, Sinnet."
At that moment he was borne to the ground with a hand on his throat, and an instant after the knife went home. Buckmaster got to his feet and looked at his victim for an instant, dazed and wild; then he sprang for his gun. As he did so the words that Sinnet had said as they struggled rang in his ears, "Greevy didn't kill him; I killed him!"
I didn't call myself Robin Hood and Daniel Boone not for nothin' when I was knee-high to a grasshopper." He drew from a rough cupboard some cold game, and put it on the table, with some scones and a pannikin of water. Then he brought out a small jug of whiskey and placed it beside his visitor. They began to eat. "How d'ye cook without fire?" asked Sinnet. "Fire's all right at nights.
You must understand, Mr Lawford, there was something that I rather particularly wanted to say to you. But there! you're looking sadly, sadly ill; and, she glanced round a little inquisitively, 'I think my story had better wait for a more convenient occasion. 'Not at all, Miss Sinnet; please not, Lawford assured her, 'really. I have been ill, but I'm now practically quite myself again.
It was not a pleasant laugh to hear. "Listen," he said. "You bin a long time out West. You bin in the mountains a good while. Listen." There was silence. Sinnet listened intently. He heard the faint drip, drip, drip of water, and looked steadily at the back wall of the room. "There rock?" he said, and jerked his head towards the sound.
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