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The old un's gone down, and locked the cross-door, and left me to watch. They think I care nout about ye, no more nor themselves. I donna know all, but summat more nor her. They tell her nout, she's so gi'n to drink; they say she's not safe, an' awful quarrelsome. I hear a deal when fayther and Master Dudley be a-talkin' in the mill.
Look here, I can't bear to see a ship in distress, or a comrade in the doldrums; so I tell you what, young cockbird, raise your crest and don't look so peaky, for I'm going to help you if it's in my power, as most likely it is that is, saving as how it ain't a loss by death, which takes us all, and which the good Lord above can only soothe, bringing comfort to you; and even then, why, a friendly word, and a grip o' some un's hand, sometimes softens down the roughest plank we've got to tread.
'Nay, yae'll bet that wi' as big a fule as yersen; hae's noo son at all. As I oonderstan', hae's the nevey as is' t' heir th' esteate. The coochman as puts oop at th' White Hoss tellt me as theer war another nevey, a deal finer chap t' looke at nor this un, as died in a fit, all on a soodden, an' soo this here yoong un's got upo' th' perch istid. At the church gate Mr.
And I hears Darby Meeker say to one feller, 'We'll git him, sure! and I listens with all my ears, though pretendin' to see nothin'. 'We'll fix it this time, he said; 'the Old Un's got his thinkin' cap on. And I takes in every word, and by one thing and another I picks up that there's new schemes afoot to trap ye.
Seems darker first coming out of the light." A fresh cry came from off the fen, and it was so unmistakably the word "Help!" that the squire and his son increased their pace. "Ahoy, there!" cried a big gruff voice. "Hickathrift?" "Ay, mester! Hear that! some un's in trouble over yonder." The wheelwright's big figure loomed up out of the darkness and joined them as they hurried on.
So what does I do?" "An' what does un do?" asked Dick. "What does I do? I keeps shallow water near th' shore an' holdin' my head betwixt ice an' water makes down t' th' Porcupine Rapids. 'Twere a long an' wearisome pull, an' thinks I, 'Tis too much un's done for now. After a time I sees light an' I goes for un. 'Twere a place near a rock where th' water swingin' around had kept th' ice thin.
She is a poor thing whose husband and two sons were "ketched" last year, as they say, by these dreadful seas, and some think that her brain is a little affected. "I mistrust as they is times when th' Lord 'Un's kept too busy ter be tendin' ter all as needs Him bad," she cried. "Hush, woman!" an old man reproved her. "Ye'll be temptin' the wrath o' God on all of us wid sich talkin's."
"Oh, she ain't sick," interrupted Peg, with curling lip. "She never looked better'n she does this minute, settin' in there huddlin' that pup, but she's brought home another kid, as bad off as a kid can be." "A what? What'd you say, Peg? You don't mean a youngster!" Mrs. Grandoken bobbed her head, her face stoically expressionless. "An' bad off," she repeated querulously. "The young 'un's blind."
He was awakened next morning soon after six by the pattering at his window of some scraps of fine gravel, and jumping off the bed he found David below on the lawn. "Here, look sharp and come down, Master Tom," cried the gardener excitedly. "What's the matter?" said Tom, whose mind was rather blank as to the past night's business. "Some 'un's been in the night and stole the tallowscoop."
"Didn't I see you take it out o' the old un's pocket, you young villain?" answered the maintainer of order, as he shoved the book into his bosom, and stood with one foot on his writhing victim, a complete nineteenth-century St. Michael. "Let me hold him," I said, "while you go up-stairs."
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