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Updated: June 18, 2025
He was about the same age as Stan was. Only he was stronger, taller, broader, swifter. When he chanced to look at her his small bead-like eyes bored through her like gimlets. No man had ever looked at her that way. Stan's eyes were much like her own father's eyes. The Tartar's face was much darker than her own.
Then they asked her what the matter wuz, and she says, joyful like: "He's come back, and there he stan's jest as he used ter: I knew he wuz only jokin'!" They looked, but they saw nuthin'; 'nd when they went to her she wuz dead. An old poet walked alone in a quiet valley. His heart was heavy, and the voices of Nature consoled him. His life had been a lonely and sad one.
D'ri was wearing an old straw hat; his flannel shirt was open at the collar. "Ship stan's luk an ol' cow chawin' 'er cud," said he, looking off at the weather. "They's a win' comin' over there. It 'll give 'er a slap 'n th' side purty soon, mebbe. Then she 'll switch 'er tail 'n' go on 'bout 'er business." In a moment we heard a roaring cheer back amidships.
As for you and Stan you make your get-away. Sooner you get back to the home plate, the more you'll be apt to do for Stan. Stan's a bully chap durn 'im." Up into the air rose the Nieuport, while Buck was thus delivering himself. Over towards the line of fires and the shadowy circling of planes he went while Blaine himself made an attempt to rise.
Stan's to reason that when they found theirselves onable to steer clear o' that there spout they'd go below and shut theirselves up as best they could, knowin' as nothin' livin' could surwive a waterspout tramplin' over 'em, as one may say; but where be them there chaps now? If they was all right they'd be out on deck by this time wouldn't they? lookin' roun' to see the extent o' the damage.
"You see, our ellums and maples 'n' all them trees spends part o' the year in buddin' 'n' gittin' out their leaves 'n' hangin' em all over the branches; 'n' then, no sooner air they full grown than they hev to begin colorin' of 'em red or yeller or brown, 'n' then shakin' 'em off; 'n' this is all extry, you might say, to their every-day chores o' growin' 'n' cirkerlatin' sap, 'n' spreadin' 'n' thickenin' 'n' shovin' out limbs, 'n' one thing 'n' 'nother; 'n' it stan's to reason that the first 'n' hemlocks 'n' them California redwoods, that keeps their clo'es on right through the year, can't be so busy as them that keeps a-dressin' 'n' ondressin' all the time."
I peeped out, and it was Sally quiet, unassuming little Sally, with her middle-aged airs looking like one of Stan's Gaiety Girl photographs, in a short, low-necked dress of bright poppy colour, with silk legs as shiny as an Archdeacon's, only with quite a different effect.
"Follow the turnpike," said he. "'Sa mild or more straight ahead. You'll know it when y' git there. 'S' queer place an' stan's off by itself." The man was going my way, evidently to begin his day's work, for it was then early in the morning, and I walked along with him.
He had on better clothes than he had worn on shipboard, but they were blue serge, with the air of having been bought ready made at a cheap shop. In spite of them, however, he looked very handsome, and every inch of him a gentleman. I don't think many men, even in Stan's set, could wear those badly-cut things and look as he did in them, though he does have to travel in the steerage.
'How much do you want for him? 'He is but half-broken, answered Kirsty, 'or I would offer to change with you. I almost wonder you look at him from the back of your own! 'He is a beauty is he not? This is my first trial of him. The laird gave me him only this morning. He is as quiet as a lamb. 'There, Donal, said Kirsty to her horse, 'tak example by yer betters! Jist luik hoo he stan's!
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