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"My mother's name was McGregor, but she has relations named Campbell." "Are you really a Scotch body, then?" cried Robin with new interest in Alan. "I thought you were an English boy." "I live in London," Alan answered, "but my mother's people are all Scotch, and she loves Scotland. That's one reason why she sent me up here to be with Eppie McLean."
When the colonel saw him he raised his revolver and said: "'Do you yield, General Whittingham? We are twelve to one. "As he spoke, every man covered the President with his aim. The latter stood facing the twelve revolvers, his own weapon hanging loosely in his left hand. Then, smiling, he said a little bitterly: "'Heroics are not in my line, McGregor.
"I war merely a hired man working for my board and clothes, and you forget thet because uv it I made a fortune sich ez no gold could buy. Treat me, please, ez tho' I war already wealthy, exceedingly wealthy!" "It is all due to you two," said Jack. "When the old men made good their robbery, I was even. All the rest is yours." And they wrangled over the matter for a full hour. Then McGregor spoke.
It would be a great pleasure to speak well of Mr. McGregor's residence, but truth is older than Scotchmen, and the reader looks to us for truth and not flattery. Though the McGregor seems to have a good farm, his house is little better than a shanty, a rather cheerless place for the "woman" to slave away her uneventful life in, and bring up her scantily clothed and semi-wild flock of children.
The testimony respecting the nature and operations of the apprenticeship system, will be embodied in a more regular form. At an early day after our arrival we called on the Governor, in pursuance of the etiquette of the island, and in order to obtain the assistance of his Excellency in our inquiries. The present Governor is Sir Evan John Murray McGregor, a Scotchman of Irish reputation.
But this time Irwin appeared to have met his match in McGregor. For the Captain replied calmly: "Six hundred and fifty. But I advise you not to see me, Irwin." "Seven hundred." "Seven hundred and fifty." "Thousand!" shouted Irwin with resounding voice, and leant back in his chair smiling, as if certain of victory. "You had better consider what you are about," said McGregor.
Oh, my! are you hurt bad?" "Less noise there," said an assistant surgeon, "or get out of this." "He'll be quiet," said Blake, "and you will have the decency to be less rough." The indignant doctor walked away. "Poor Hoodoo he did his best," murmured John. "Get me out of this, Blake. It's a hell of suffering. Take me to Tom McGregor at City Point." "I will, but now I must go.
"Then there's nothing to be done just now, John," remarked Tom McGregor, "but I cannot conceive of anything more likely to affect badly a disordered brain." The older man was silent until John asked, "Is it worth while to talk to Aunt Ann about it advise against it?" "Quite useless, John.
And then one evening something happened that aroused him. The Marching Men idea that had become more than half intellectualised became again a burning passion and the matter of his life with women got itself cleared up swiftly and finally. It was night and McGregor stood upon the platform of the Elevated Railroad at State and Van Buren Streets.
The doctor opened a window, and Penhallow drew a grateful breath of fresh air. "Don't go, sir," said Grace. The Squire sat down again while McGregor went through his examination of the sick man. Then he too rose to leave. "Must you go?" said Grace. "It is such a pleasure to see some one from the outside." The doctor smiled and lingered.
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