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Updated: May 3, 2025
For the rest of the afternoon we stood about like Italian peasants after an earthquake, possessed of a sort of collective mutism, doing nothing, saying nothing, thinking nothing. Even my seven dead pullets, which had been battered to death by the hail, were left to lie where they had fallen. I noticed a canvas carrier for a binder which Whinnie had been mending. It was riddled like a sieve.
Give them three signal-shots to bring them in." Then I turned to Whinnie. He nodded and took me by the hand. "Now take me to my boy," I said very quietly. I was still quite calm, I think. But deep down inside of me I could feel a faint glow. It wasn't altogether joy, and it wasn't altogether relief.
I echoed in a voice that was just a wee bit trembly, as I took the note from Whinnie, "what do you mean by away?" "He left three hours ago for Chicago," Whinstane Sandy retorted, still with that grim look of triumph in his gloomy old eyes. "But what could be taking him to Chicago?" I rather weakly inquired. "'Twas to see about buyin' some blooded stock for the ranch.
And whatever happens, I'm going to see that Whinnie has patches on his panties and no holes in his socks as long as he abides beneath our humble roof-tree. I intend to make the new bunk-house just as homy and comfortable as I can, so that Whinnie, under that new roof, won't feel that he's been thrust out in the cold. But I must have my own house for myself and my babes.
That little toddler, scarcely more than a baby, had wandered away on the open prairie. For one moment of warming relief I thought of Bobs. I remembered what a dog is sometimes able to do in such predicaments. But I also remembered that Bobs was still out on the trail with Whinnie.
"It was the verra nicht o' the Latin prose I cam up to speak aboot the college, and ye thocht Geordie hed been playing truant." Whinnie laughed uproariously, but Domsie heeded not. "It was awfu' work the next twa years, but the Doctor stood in weel wi' the Greek.
So I found it hard to understand why Whinnie, as he stood in the half-light by one of the windows, should wear such a look of protest on his morose old face which was the color of a pigskin saddle just under the stirrup-flap. Even when I heard one solitary thump on the roof over my head, as distinct as the thump of a hammer, I failed to understand what was worrying my hired man.
At least, so her ladyship informed me. But that's nae more than one of her lies, I'm thinkin'." "What did she say, Whinnie?" I demanded, doing my best to keep cool. "Naethin'," was Whinnie's grim retort. "'Twas me did the sayin'!" "What did you say?" I asked, disturbed by the none too gentle look on his face.
Whinnie glanced at his wife and turned to Domsie. "Marget's set on seein' Geordie a minister, Dominie." "If he's worthy o't, no otherwise. We haena the means though; the farm is highly rented, and there's barely a penny over at the end o' the year." "But you are willing George should go and see what he can do.
I've even run out of safety-pins. And since the enduring necessity for the safety-pin is evidenced by the fact that it's even found on the baby-mummies of ancient Egypt, and must be a good four thousand years old, I've had Whinnie supply me with some home-made ones, manufactured out of hair-pins.... My little Dinkie, I notice, is going to love animals.
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