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He's never worried a sheep from that day to this, and if you offer him a bit of sheep's wool now, he tucks his tail between his legs, and runs for home. Now, I must stop my talk, for we're in sight of the farm. Yonder's our boundary line, and there's the house. You'll see a difference in the trees since you were here before."
"Yonder's ta hoose," said the driver, as the party overtook the coach, and resumed their places the males on the top and the females inside. "Oh, my dear! look! look!" cried Mr Sudberry, leaning over the side of the coach; "there is our house the white house our Highland home!" At this moment a growl of distant thunder was heard. It was followed by a scream from Mrs Sudberry, and a cry of
Sae I lookit at the lift and the rin o' the tide, till I settled it that if I could get down time eneugh to gie you warning, we wad do weel yet. But I doubt, I doubt, I have been beguiled! for what mortal ee ever saw sic a race as the tide is risening e'en now? See, yonder's the Ratton's Skerry he aye held his neb abune the water in my day but he's aneath it now."
'There! exclaimed Facey, pointing to Sponge's portmanteau and bag, standing midway between the window and door: 'There! there are your traps. Yonder's the washhand-stand.
"Any more bosses here?" The second mate did not respond; but 'Pache's pistol sought him out, and under its influence, and his guttural, "I know you; get up," he followed his superiors. "Any more?" A manly-looking fellow stepped out of the group, and said: "You've got the captain and two mates. I'm bo's'n here, and yonder's my mate.
Circling the crossing-place, we swung east, then south, coming presently to a fringe of trees through which the red sunset glittered, illuminating a great stretch of swamp, river, and cleared land beyond. "Yonder's the foort," whispered Murphy "ould Stanwix or Schuyler, as they call it now. Step this way, sorr; ye can see it plain across the Mohawk shwamps."
"Yonder's the Court, where my people live," said Tom, jerking his whip to a big house more than a mile away that peeped out from among the trees. "It belonged to the old squire who was buried to-day, you know." "Ah!" ejaculated his listener, not greatly interested, apparently, in the information. "It's a wonderful fine place, and they say as he who's to have it won't hold no store by it.
"Let's go at once. Yonder's a little fellow who will let us have his punt for a few pence. I know him. Hallo, Tom!" "Ay, ay," squeaked a boy who was so small that he could scarcely lift the oar, light though it was, with which he sculled his punt cleverly along. "Shove alongside, like a good fellow; we want your boat for a little to row out a bit."
"I'm thanking God for a fool," said Dan, "if the whins will just burn, but whins are dour revengefu' bushes." "Burn," says Ronny "burn; they'll hiv a bleeze ye'll see for twenty miles we're bate, Dan." "Na, na," says Dan. "Wait you, yonder's a twinkle, anither. Man, they'll mak' a bonny lowe, and waste a heap of good keep."
There was one curiously shaped, lightning-riven pine, standing high above its fellows, that appeared like an old friend. "Why, what's this? Can there be two trees, exactly alike, within a half-day's rowing? I've certainly sketched that old landmark from every side, and Hello! yonder's my group of white-birches or I'm blind. How queer!"
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