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He had a noble new skeleton the skeleton of the late and only local celebrity, Jimmy Finn, the village drunkard a grisly piece of property which he had bought of Jimmy Finn himself, at auction, for fifty dollars, under great competition, when Jimmy lay very sick in the tan-yard a fortnight before his death.
It must come out better it should. "And you have gone on working all this while?" "I was obliged. Nothing but work kept me in my senses. Besides" and he laughed hoarsely "I was safest in the tan-yard. The thought of her could not come there. I was glad of it. I tried to be solely and altogether what I am a 'prentice lad a mere clown." "Nay, that was wrong." "Was it? Well, at last it struck me so.
And she delivered her papers, and took Puggie upon her arm. And this is the first part of the story which might have been left out. PUGGIE DIED!! That's the second part. It was about a week afterwards we arrived in the town, and put up at the inn. Our windows looked into the tan-yard, which was divided into two parts by a partition of planks; in one half were many skins and hides, raw and tanned.
The word made my father start; for in these times well we knew what poor folk meant by "a blaze." "My house my tan-yard I must get up this instant help me. He ought to come back that lad Halifax. There's a score of my men at hand Wilkes, and Johnson, and Jacob Baines I say, Phineas but thee know'st nothing."
Marshal gently pulled him towards the window, and putting a spy-glass into his hand, bade him look towards his own tan-yard, and tell him what he saw. To his great surprise, Mr. Hill saw his rick of bark re-built. "Why, it was not there last night," exclaimed he, rubbing his eyes. "Why, some conjuror must have done this." "No," replied Mr.
It was nine o'clock before I heard the old mare's hoofs clattering up the road: joyfully I ran out. David was not quite his youthful, gay self that night; not quite, as he expressed it, "the David of the sheep-folds." He was very tired, and had what he called "the tan-yard feeling," the oppression of business cares. "Times are hard," said he, when we had finally shut out the starlight, and Mrs.
Now, if one could get to be a foreman or overseer " "Try you can do anything you try." "No, I must not think of it she and I have agreed that I must not," said he, steadily. "It's my weakness my hobby, you know. But no hobbies now. Above all, I must not, for a mere fancy, give up the work that lies under my hand. What of the tan-yard, Phineas?"
In those alleys were hundreds of our poor folk living, huddled together in misery, rags, and dirt. Was John Halifax living there too? My father's tan-yard was in an alley a little further on. Already I perceived the familiar odour; sometimes a not unpleasant barky smell; at other times borne in horrible wafts, as if from a lately forsaken battle-field.
Now the fiend is hovering round the fish-curing houses: but turns back, disgusted with the pure scent of the tan-yard, where not hides, but nets are barked; skips on board of a brig in the quay-pool; and a poor collier's 'prentice dies, and goes to his own place. What harm has he done?
He pulled out his great silver watch the dread of our house, for it was a watch which seemed to imbibe something of its master's character; remorseless as justice or fate, it never erred a moment. "Twenty-three minutes lost by this shower. Phineas, my son, how am I to get thee safe home? unless thee wilt go with me to the tan-yard " I shook my head.
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