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What, Yorkshire, is that you? I should ha' thought now, Archer, you'd have cleared that lazy Injun out afore this time!" "Whoy, measter Draa what 'na loike's that kind o' talk? coom coom now, where'll Ay tak t' things tull?" "Put Mr. Forester's box in the bed-room off the parlor mine up stairs, as usual," cried Archer. "Look sharp and get the traps out.
This work was published in 1774. Johnson said of Campbell: 'I am afraid he has not been in the inside of a church for many years; but he never passes a church without pulling off his hat. This shows that he has good principles. Ante, i. 418. New horse-shoeing Husbandry, by Jethro Tull, 1733. 'He owned he sometimes talked for victory. Ante, iv. 111, and v. 17.
But ut was: 'Please explain thus onusual expunditure, an' tull Captun Robinson, 'We beg tull advise you thot we conseeder thus pilotage an onnecessary expense. "Dudna I cable them from Newcastle, tellun' them the old tank was thot foul she needed dry-dock? Seven months out o' drydock, an' the West Coast the quickest place for foulun' un the world.
"Aye," the skipper went on wearily, "an' on both sides the steam- pipe uz well. I tell ye he was in two pieces, splut clean uz a herrin'. The sea must a-caught hum on the upper brudge deck, carried hum clean across the fiddley, an' banged hum head-on tull the pipe cover.
By what monstrous abortion of fate did these abide in the shadow of Dyer? Venters rode on and stopped before Tull's cottage. Women stared at him with white faces and then flew from the porch. Tull himself appeared at the door, bent low, craning his neck. His dark face flashed out of sight; the door banged; a heavy bar dropped with a hollow sound.
An' we struck the lighter stern-on, just uz I rung tull MacPherson half ahead. "'What was thot? says the pilot, when we struck the lighter. "'I dunna know, says I, 'an' I'm wonderun'. "The pilot was no keen, ye see, tull hus job. I went on tull a guid place an' dropped anchor, an' ut would all a-been well but for thot domned eediot mate.
In riding-skirt and blouse she seemed to have lost some of her statuesque proportions, and looked more like a girl rider than the mistress of Withersteen. She was brightly smiling, and her greeting was warmly cordial. "Good news," she announced. "I've been to the village. All is quiet. I expected I don't know what. But there's no excitement. And Tull has ridden out on his way to Glaze."
"But WHY did you want it so?" "An' uz ut me thot would be answerun' a such-like question? Be there ony mon luvun' or dead thot can answer? Who can tell the WHY o' like? My Jamie was fair daft on buttermilk, he would drunk ut tull, oz he said humself, hus back teeth was awash. But my Tumothy could no abide buttermilk.
I myzell been o' that zort one taime every bit so well as you be. And Betty held the lanthorn up, and defied me to deny it; and the light through the horn showed a gleam in her eyes, such as I had never seer there before. 'No odds, no odds about that, she continued; 'mak a fool of myzell to spake of it. Arl gone into churchyard. But it be a lucky foolery for thee, my boy, I can tull 'ee.
"I've lest stumbled onto a queer deal. Seven Mormons all packin' guns, an' a Gentile tied with a rope, an' a woman who swears by his honesty! Queer, ain't that?" "Queer or not, it's none of your business," retorted Tull. "Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet." Tull fumed between amaze and anger.
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