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What their idea of him was, may in a measure be gathered from the answer of the village-fool to the passer-by who said to him: "Weel, and what's yer soutar aboot the noo?" "Ow, as usual," answered the natural, "turnin up ilka muckle stane to luik for his maister aneth it!"
"Shure enough, yer honour; and bad luck to them who left me here, thinking I'd be killed and cooked and eaten, about which I'll be after telling yer honour when there's more time than at present.
In a moment he came back, leaned confidentially and penitently over the table, and whispered: "We 'ad a bad accident just before we opened this mornin', sir, and the 'andle of the liminator got busted off. Will you take yer eggs fried, same as this 'ere gentleman?" No true American likes to acknowledge that he has a superior, even in his own family.
"Why why yes," Max acknowledged, wrathfully, with a futile kick at Mitz's mother, who was purring about his legs. "There, you mean thing, you're always trying to find out something! Just you wait till I tell yer anything more!" he cried, and slam-banged himself out of the room, with his bosom full of suppressed injuries. "He was mad because we guessed," Liseke cried, joyfully. "A piano!"
But he says, `No, says he, `I married the old ooman for better an' for worse, an' I'll stick by her to the last. There's too many o' you chaps as leaves yer wives behind ye when ye go home I'm detarmined to sot ye a better example. An' so he did.
I spoke at last and asked what it was laughing at, and then the ghost spoke. It said: "I'm a laughin' at you sittin' and workin' there." "And why," I asked, "do you laugh at serious work?" "Why, yer bloomin' life 'ull go by like a wind," he said, "and yer 'ole silly civilization 'ull be tidied up in a few centuries."
She drew herself up, however, and held out her hand to a man who came rapidly across the misshapen shadows, thrown by the sulkily swinging lantern, to meet her. It was the young soldier who had been that day sentry at the convict gangway. "Well, miss," he said, "I am here, yer see, waiting for yer." "You are a good boy, Miles; but don't you think I'm worth waiting for?"
"Well, I declare!" he exclaimed. "I gave ye credit fer some brains, but I guess I was mistaken." "Don't blame your son, Captain," the girl interposed. "It was not his fault that he is here, but mine. I asked him to come." "Ye did! Why, I thought ye didn't want anybody 'cept me to know of yer whereabouts." "But it's different with your son here.
But in a moment they saw it was not a sober man, whoever he was. Abel tried to stand erect, to look dignified, to smooth himself into apparent sobriety. He vaguely hoped to give the impression that he was a gentleman belated upon his way home, and taking a simple glass for comfort. "Why, Dick, don't yer know him?" said one, in a low voice, to his neighbor. "No, d him! and don't want to."
I did not afterward ascertain what had been his success, but I hardly doubt that he did ultimately scrape together his thousand men. "Why don't you go?" I said to a burly Irishman who was driving me. "I'm not a sound man, yer honor," said the Irishman; "I'm deficient in me liver."
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