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Catching sight of her grief-stricken face in the cracked looking glass that hung at the head of the bed, she started up suddenly. "What am I bleatin' for?" she said to herself, wiping her eyes on her little patched apron. "Ye'd think to look at me that I'd been caught stealin' the cat's milk" she laughed through her tears "I haven't stolen anything and what for need I cry?
Our Scotch lassies are fair and pleasant; but it must be owned these colonials are of surpassing comeliness." "You will do well to recollect your commission and blood, Davy. I believe all four of your wives " "I wish my dear Lundie, ye'd be more accurate in yer arithmetic. Three times one make three." "All three, then, were what might be termed gentlewomen?" "That's just it, Major.
"Don't speak unless I question you. How long will ye have been hanging round the docks before ye'd the impudence to come aboard here?" "I slept four nights in the docks, sir." "And where did ye take your meals?" A flush crept over Alister's bony face.
"He air the man ez hev got a son," the mountaineers used to say in grinning explanation. "Ter hear him brag 'bout'n that thar boy o' his'n, ye'd think he war the only man in Tennessee ez ever hed a son." Throughout all these years the name given in jocose banter had clung to him, and now, hallowed by ancient usage, it was accorded to him seriously, and had all the sonorous effect of a title.
In these things, Jim Lough made enemies as well as friends, but cared as little for the one as he appreciated the other. Landy Spencer, drummed knotty fingers on the arm of his chair as he listened to Jim Lough's explanations of his arrangements for a splendid funeral. At last he spoke. "Jim, I used to think that ye'd make a fine gov'ner.
"Kinder stranger in this country, hain't ye, Jim?" drawled the boy who lived there, and the question brought a sullen flush to the other's cheekbones. "Jest a-passin' through," he vouchsafed. "I reckon ye'd find the wagon road more handy," suggested Samson. "Some folks might 'spicion ye fer stealin' long through the timber." The skulking traveler decided to lie plausibly. He laughed mendaciously.
Had I been that, I shouldn't have stirred, and ye'd be wanting in the news I bring ye from the Majjor, and Mr. Woods, and the savages, and the rest of the varmints." "My son! Is this possible, Michael? Have you seen him, or can you tell us anything of his state?" Mike now assumed a manner of mysterious importance, laying a finger on his nose, and pointing towards the sentinel and Jamie.
"Sure, an' it's proud I am to say yez, sorr," exclaimed the boatswain, touching the peak of his dilapidated cheese-cutter in salute, and with a smile of welcome on his genial face; "though it's lucky, bedad, ye didn't come afore, Misther Mackay, or faix ye'd have bin in toime to be too soon." "How's that, Rooney?" inquired the other with a pleasant laugh, showing his nice white teeth.
"Ye'd a chance at a minister yersel', then, my girl," replied the wise John, "an' ye did not take it." At which memory the wife laughed, and the two loyal hearts were merry together for a moment, and young again.
The shock brought Holcomb to his senses. The man was stooping over him, his ear close to his cheek. "It's me, Billy Bob Dinsmore. I didn't want to hurt ye, but I see ye couldn't manage her and yerself and thar warn't no other way; ye'd both been smothered. She's all right they're tendin' to her." Holcomb clutched at the hide-out's sleeve.
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