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Several men were holding a discussion by the campfire, and that their conversation had to do with him, Hippy Wingate knew from the frequent gestures in his direction, though he was too far away to distinguish what they were saying. The men finally came over to him and demanded to know who and what he was. Hippy told them briefly. One of the men laughed. "Ye mean ye'r a hoss thief," he jeered.
As they moved slowly toward the buggy that stood in the paddock, Diablo followed at their heels as though he had done nothing in the world but take a mild gallop. "Ye black divil!" muttered Mike, looking over his shoulder; "ye've murthered wan av the best min as iver breathed. If I'd me way, I'd shoot ye. I'd turn ye into cat meat; that's what ye'r fit for!"
"Weel now, I'd no say that; he was far from that to be right fair to them both for ye see ye'r mither would never have loved him if he'd been that but he he was an Irishman, and ye'r Uncle Peter could never thole an Irishman, and he he fair stole ye'r mither from us a' an " she hesitated to continue, then blurted out the real horror.
"Ye'r a fool to stay," was the expostulation of an outside friend, calling one day to see and condole with and exasperate the aforesaid nurse. "When ther's places yer might have three an' a half a week, an' a nurse for the baby separate, an' not a stitch to wash, not even yer own things! If they was any account at all, they'd keep a laundress!"
"Be aisy, me darlint," he rejoined in his funny way; "an' if ye can't be aisy, be as aisy as ye can! Now, go on ahid wid ye'r foorst question `one dog, one bone, as me ould friend Dan'l sez." "Well, what have become of all the sailors?" I asked to begin with. "The sailors? Why, here we are, sure, all aloive an' kickin'! What do ye take me an' me lazy mates here for, ma bouchal?"
So that afternoon beheld Sam arranged at full length on a pile of top-tow in the barn-chamber, hatchelling by proxy by putting Harry and myself to the service. "Wal, now, boys, it's kind o' refreshing to see how wal ye take hold," he observed. "Nothin' like bein' industrious while ye'r young: gret sight better now than loafin off, down in them medders.
"Over at Ah Quong's, the Chinee store on the edge of town." The boy ran off. Old Jim Hutch rose impressively to his feet. "Friends, the man ye hae laughed at all day is dead. The man ye hae always laughed at and yet, WHO was it that lent ye gold when ye had none? Yea, the gold ye thought it not worth ye'r while to return.
Can ye go to town, Jim, in a hurry?" "I can," Jim replied. "I mean now, this very minute, slappet-bang!" Jim started for the door. "Howld on, Jim!" Pearl cried, "don't you want to hear what ye'r goin' for? Take this box to Camilla Camilla E. Rose at Mrs. Francis's and she'll do the rest. It's flowers for poor Polly, sick and dyin' maybe with the fever.
The sun and stars is next, an' if ye know your friends will come ye'r best plan is to set right down and make two smoke fires, keep them a-going, holler every little while, and keep calm. Ye won't come to no harm unless ye'r a blame fool, an' such ought to stay to hum, where they'll be nursed." Tanning Skins and Making Moccasins Sam had made a find.
"I should say what ye'r to tell, Pearlie." "True for ye," said Pearlie, "Howld ye'r tongue, Patsey. What will I tell about, honey?" "What Patsey said'll do" said Danny with an injured air, "and don't forget the chockalut drops she had the day ma was there and say she sent three o' them to me, and you can have one o' them, Pearlie."
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