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My father took his pipe out of his mouth and looked inquisitively at Billy. "M' head's spinnin' 'round like a peerie!" he exclaimed. "Whin did ye ate aanything?" asked the sweep. "Yestherday." "Aye, well, it's th' mate ye haaven't in yer bowels that's makin' ye feel quare." "What's th' matther wi th' invintor?" Anna asked. Billy had removed his pipe and was staring vacantly into space.
"Well, when I go for a 'spin, as he calls it, with him, I cal'late my head'll be spinnin' so I won't be responsible for my actions. Whew!" Sylvester looked curiously at him. "So you met him before?" he asked. "Yes. He was at the rooms when I fust landed. Or his mother was there then. He came a little later with Caroline and Stephen." "I see." "Yes. Know him and his ma pretty well, do you?"
We're driftin' somewheres, but we're spinnin' 'round so I can't tell which way. Judas!" he exclaimed, more soberly, "I remember, now; it ain't but a little past seven o'clock, and the tide's goin' out." "Of course it is," resignedly, "and we'll drift into the breakers in the bay, and that 'll be the end." "No, no, I guess not. We ain't dead yit.
"Times were tight not a grain o' coffee an' not much else. My granny stayed de loom-room all de time. De other winmins done de spinnin' an' she done de weavin'. She were a' good'n'. Dey couldn' git coal. De engineer had to climb out on de engine hisse'f an' 'tend to dam taller pots. Dey do diffe'nt now. "Dey were such a sca'city of men, dey were a-puttin' 'em in de war at sixty-five.
We uster have ter take rocks an beat corn ter make meal. We wud have ter go sometime fifty mile to git ter a griss mill. An when we couldn't git coan mashed inter meal we wud make hominy and hit sho wuz good too. "Ah use ter card fer granma while she wuz spinnin. We made our socks, gloves, and thread. We didn' have dat ter buy. When ah wuz a boy everybody farmed and we had a plenty.
Go home, ye silly talkin' woman, go home an' confess. "'Come away! Come away! sez Judy, pullin' her mother by the shawl. ''Twas none av Terence's fault. For the love av Mary stop the talkin'! "'An' you! said ould Mother Sheehy, spinnin' round forninst Dinah. 'Will ye take the half av that man's load?
And right acrost from 'em wuz some of our old 4 mothers, in a rude, log hut, not strong enough to keep out the cold, or the Injuns. One wuz a cardin' wools, one of 'em wuz a spinnin' 'em, a tryin' to make clothes to cover the starved, half-naked old 4 fathers who wuz a tramplin' round in the snow with bare feet and shiverin' lims. And one of 'em had a gun in her hand.
Go home, ye silly talkin' woman, go home an' confess." "Come away! Come away!" sez Judy, pullin' her mother by the shawl. "'Twas none av Terence's fault. For the love av Mary stop the talkin'!" "'An' you!" said ould Mother Sheehy, spinnin' round forninst Dinah. "Will ye take the half av that man's load?
Whereupon he read, with a feeling which Wetherell had not supposed he possessed, an extract: and as the storekeeper listened his blood began to run wildly. At length Jethro put down the paper without glancing at his companion. "There's somethin' about that that fetches you spinnin' through the air," he said slowly. "Sh-showed it to Jim Willard, editor of the Newcastle Guardian.
Whan I'm sittin' here o' the girse, hearkenin' to the water, as it comes murrin', and soufflin', and gurglin', on to me, and syne by me and awa', as gin it war spinnin' and twistin' a lot o' bonnie wee sounies a' intil ae muckle gran' soun', it pits me i' min' o' the text that says, 'His voice was as the sound o' mony waters. Noo his face is licht ye ken that, divna ye? and gin his voice be like the water, there maun be something like atween the licht and the water, ye ken.
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