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A half-hour later the canoe lightly touched the shore, and springing out they pulled it up on the land after them. They had scarcely done so when a groan very near them startled them all. "Whisht!" whispered Tim; "there's somebody else beside us on this island." All three paused and listened.
The young son had inherited his mother's active disposition, and would run straight away like a spider the minute his feet were set to the ground. Now and then, at the sight of a bird or a flower in the grass, he struggled to get down. "Whisht, now!" Nora would say; "and are n't you going to see Granny indeed? Keep aisy now, darlin'!"
"O, hinny, hinny!" said she to Cuddie, hanging upon his neck, "glad and proud, and sorry and humbled am I, a'in ane and the same instant, to see my bairn ganging to testify for the truth gloriously with his mouth in council, as he did with his weapon in the field!" "Whisht, whisht, mither!" cried Cuddie impatiently. "Odd, ye daft wife, is this a time to speak o' thae things?
"I had my own reasons for that may be they will be known soon, and may be they will never be known," replied his nephew "Whisht! there's a foot on the stairs," he added; "it's this youth, I'm thinking."
"Oh! if you had seen how he grasped at the hope when I said Allister was sure to stay, you would not grudge him for a day or two. Think of the poor lad dying so far from home and from us all!" And poor Shenac clung to her cousin, bursting into sobs and bitter tears. "Whisht, Shenac, darling," said her cousin, her own voice broken with sobs; "we can only have patience."
Some one has come nigh to us." Mrs. Garth looked up amazed, and half turned in her seat to glance watchfully around. "Mother," said Garth, "did you ever pray?" "Hod thy tongue, lad, hod thy tongue," said Mrs. Garth, with a whimper. "Did you ever pray, mother?" repeated Garth, his red eyes aflame, and his voice cracking in his throat. "Whisht, Joey, whisht!"
Roseen craned forward her head eagerly. "What did he say, Judy?" "I'm afther losin' me lovely pipe," responded the old woman, halting beneath the window. "What in the world will I do? I'm afther losin' it. Oh dear! oh dear! the on'y bit o' comfort I had." "Whisht, whisht; ye'll find it to-morrow, when the light comes. Did ye see Mike, Judy? An' what did he say?"
There is something, as we say, almost supernatural about her 'a fairy's child. The gypsies have a share in her blood, she boasts in her naive way, and with her love for all that is free and lawless and under-the-sky but I always say the fairies have more. She is constantly saying 'Hush! and 'Whisht! when no one else can hear a sound, and she dreams the quaintest of dreams.
"Whisht," said Raymond, "let us see who have we here? Ah," said he, stooping down and feeling the chill of death upon her features, "it is Mary O'Regan, and she's dead dead!" "Dead," exclaimed Phil, starting, "curse you, Rimon, let us be off at full speed, I say Gad, I'm in a nice pickle; and these pistols are of no use against any confounded ghost."
The night was dark and very cold, and the Highlander had been pacing up and down his post for about half-an-hour, when his quick ear caught a faint sound of footsteps. "Wha goes there?" said he. "It's I, M'Alister," whispered John Broom. "Whisht, laddie," said the sentry; "are ye there after all? Did no one see ye?" "Not a soul; I crept by the hedges.
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