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Updated: June 22, 2025


This story really consists of two parts. The first part might be left out, but it gives us a few particulars, and these are useful. We were staying in the country at a gentleman's seat, where it happened that the master was absent for a few days. In the meantime, there arrived from the next town a lady; she had a pug dog with her, and came, she said, to dispose of shares in her tan-yard.

In truth, worthy man, he had no lack of matter to occupy his mind, being sole architect of a long up-hill but now thriving trade. I saw, by the hardening of his features, and the restless way in which he poked his stick into the little water-pools, that he was longing to be in his tan-yard close by.

I was particularly pleased and tickled, with a multitude of little salt-droghers, rigged like sloops, and not much bigger than a pilot- boat, but with broad bows painted black, and carrying red sails, which looked as if they had been pickled and stained in a tan-yard.

''Tis a mel-odjious insthrument, says she. 'I cud sit here be the hour an' listen to Bootoven and Choochooski, she says. "'What did thim write? says Cassidy. 'Chunes, says Donahue, 'chunes: Molly, he says, 'fetch 'er th' wallop to make th' gintlemen feel good, he says. 'What 'll it be, la-ads? 'D'ye know "Down be th' Tan-yard Side"? says Slavin. 'No, says Molly.

I had not been in the tan-yard for nearly three years. I did not know John had come already to be called "Mr. Halifax." There was nothing for me but to wait here till my father returned. He could not surely be so insane as to go to the mill and John was there. Terribly was my heart divided, but my duty lay with my father. Jael sat down in the shed, or marched restlessly between the tan-pits.

Hill's courtesy: "What I say is always nonsense, I know, Mr. Hill," resumed the matron: "but I can see as far into a millstone as other folks. Was it not I that first gave you a hint of what became of the great dog, that we lost out of our tan-yard last winter? And was it not I who first took notice to you, Mr. Hill, verger as you are, of the hole under the foundation of the cathedral?

"My name is John Halifax." "Yes; but WHAT are you?" "What he said. Mr. Brithwood knows me well enough: I work in the tan-yard." "Oh!" Mr. March turned away with a resumption of dignity, though evidently both surprised and disappointed. Young Brithwood laughed. "I told you so, cousin.

I thought I would be a gentleman again just for a pretence, you know a dream a bit of the old dream back again. So I went to London." "And met the Jessops there?" "Yes; though I did not know she was Jane Cardigan. But I liked her I liked my life with them. It was like breathing a higher air, the same air that Oh, Phineas, it was horrible to come back to my life here to that accursed tan-yard!"

Dick got tired, too, in a tan-yard in Alexandria, and when his master sent him on a mission to Washington, he took his foot in his hand and went farther. He had his expenses in his pocket, so why not? He's prospering now in a bigger and gayer town than Alexandria! And Harry.

Answer frankly." He looked at me hard, put both his hands in his pockets, and began to whistle a tune. "Don't shirk the question, please, John. I want to know the real truth." "Well, then, I hate the tan-yard." Having relieved his mind by this ebullition, and by kicking a small heap of tan right down into the river, he became composed.

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