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Updated: June 29, 2025
It was a great pity, puir man, he couldna cheat the woodie. But they say he gaed singing and rejoicing till't, just as I wad gang to a bicker o' brose, supposing me hungry, as I stand a gude chance to be. Eh, sirs! yon's an awfu' sight, and yet ane canna keep their een aff frae it!"
Yes, Woodie knows the case and he regrets to report that Private Mears's record isn't a good one; three times in the guardhouse and another week of K. P. coming to him. Under these circumstances he don't quite see how "Oh, come, captain!" puts in Vee coaxin'. "Don't be disagreeable. He's engaged, you know. Such a nice girl.
'Fear God, Provost, exhorted the Burgh Chamberlain, astonished at the Provost's hesitancy, 'but ne'er a North Tyne Robson. 'Ay, rang out a dozen voices from the crowd assembled in front of the Provost's house in Hawick, 'mak him "kiss the woodie"; let the prood Northumbrian thief cool his heels i' the wind!
Lang it was ere he died; he strove, and strove sair, and could neither die nor live; but you half the country will see how ye'll grace the woodie. The party set up a hoarse laugh at Meg's prophecy. 'What made you come back here, ye auld beldam? said one of the gipsies; 'could ye not have staid where you were, and spaed fortunes to the Cumberland flats?
I therefore answered his greeting cordially, and congratulated him on his late escape in circumstances when escape seemed impossible. "Ay," he replied, "there is as much between the craig and the woodie* as there is between the cup and the lip. But my peril was less than you may think, being a stranger to this country. * i.e. The throat and the withy.
"Whose car is that?" she demands. Woodie slips the string from between his front teeth, puts a double knot scientific on the end of the package, and peers over his glasses out through the door. "That?" says he. "Oh, that's mine." "Yours!" comes back Aunty. "And and this store too?" "Oh, yes," says he. "Then then your name is Wiggins?" she goes on. "Yes," says he.
"Oh!" says Woodie, screwin' up one corner of his mouth and tippin' me the wink. I knew if I got a look at Vee I'd have to haw-haw; so I backs around with one hand behind me and we swaps a finger squeeze. Then Aunty jumps in with the quick shift. She asks him patronizin' if he finds the grocery business int'restin'. He admits that he does. "How odd!" says Aunty.
And then there is his poor old mother who has seen him only once since he was drafted. Please, Woodie!" I expect it was the "Woodie" that worked the trick.
Moving along the shores of the lake, the caravan arrived at Woodie, a negro town of considerable size. It was here arranged that the caravan should wait till an embassy could be sent to the Sheikh of Bornou, to obtain permission for presenting themselves before him. The empire of Bornou had, some twenty years before, been overrun and subjected by the Felatahs, a powerful people to the west.
"Hm-m-m!" muses Aunty. "But you could skate very well. You taught me the Dutch roll. I remember now. Then there was the night we had the big bonfire on the ice." Woodie lets on not to hear this last, but grabs a sales slip and gets busy jottin' down items. I nudges Vee, and she smothers a snicker. We was enjoyin' this little peek into their past. Could you have guessed it? Aunty!
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