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Updated: August 13, 2024
"Yes," said the broker, writing down something very different. "And what else?" "Tell him," said Mark, "te fetch the aad keel back te the Gut, and let hor lie and rot wheor he can see hor!" "Very good," said Maynard, still waiting; "and what else?" "Whaat else? Oh, tell him to gan to h , and say Mark Gaze says see. Ask him whaat the blazes he means be runnin' the risk of gettin' hor frozzen in.
Smothering a smile at his irreverent description of my uncle, I asked my poacher a final question. 'Have you ever seen the ghost of the man or the collie dog they talk about here in the park? 'Not I, said he, fondling the ears of his savage mongrel retriever, 'I reckon they're gliffed o' my aad Tyke.
Wale, ma'am; but ma father was off times down thar cuttin' peat." "Ah, then ye'll not a kenned farmer Dykes that lived by the Lin-tree Scaur. 'Tweer I that laid him out, poor aad fellow, and a dow man he was when aught went cross wi' him; and he cursed and sweared, twad gar ye dodder to hear him.
I'm Sheddad son of Aad, a high And mighty monarch in my day; Lord of the columned citadel, Great was my prowess in the fray. All the world's peoples feared my might And did my ordinance obey; Yes, and I held the East and West And ruled them with an iron sway. Quoth we and did his word gainsay.
Dale returned to the kitchen, "you've a 'aad a nice skimmle-skammle of it, sir, an' you best back me up to send the missis to her bed, and bide there warm, and never budge. I means it," she added, with authority. "You ben't to put yourself in a caddle, Mrs. Dale, an' I know what I be talkin' of."
'Shut up your doors, my lord: 'tis a wild night. And it is because this representation is artistic and dramatic, and not simply historical, and the Poet must seek to condense, and sum and exhibit in dramatic appreciable figures, the unreckonable, undefinable historical suffering of years, aad lifetimes of this vain human struggle, because, too, the wildest threats which nature in her terrors makes to man, had to be incorporated in this great philosophic piece; and because, lastly, the Poet would have the madness of the human will and passion, presented in its true scientific relations, that this storm collects into itself such ideal sublimities, and borrows from the human passion so many images of cruelty.
Then, still regarding him out of the comer of my eye, I turned Cleopatra slowly round. "'Ole 'aad!" he snorted. With this sop to his own dignity, the boundary man slapped his Episcopalian charger round the barrel not round the flank, for the animal had none with his doubled cart-whip, and turned off the track at a right-angle, beckoning me to follow.
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