Part 49 (2/2)
It seery animals out; yet I knew that sooot in, through seven wires--the upper one barbed--with rabbit-netting along the botto, Priestley Working the oracle?”
”Inclinin' that road Dangerous--ain't it? Good job it's on'y you
nobody else stirrin'?”
”Not a soul They 're as regular as clockwork on this station
How did you get in?”
”Took the hinges off o' the gate with ht Course, they'll see the tracks by-'n'-by, an' knoho to blaen comin'
in contract with Runnymede till the st-nk blows off o' this transaction
Natural enough, Magomery'll buck; but the ration-paddick's as bare as a stockyard; an' I can't ast the bullocks to die o' starvation
”Certainly not, Priestley Mind, it's only four hours till daylight
Good night”
”Good night, ole man”
My way led me past a sy-horses Nearing this building, I heard a suppressed coibberish, in a very low voice
This was bad Priestley's bullocks ithin easy view; and Jerry, the groom, was a notorious master's man I must have a friendly yarn with hiht, Jerry?” I asked, looking through the latticed upper-wall ”Uneasy conscience, I bet” Whilst speaking the last words, I distinguished Montgoreys, tied, one in each back corner of the stable, whilst Pawso the two stalls, and voraciously tearing down er Pawsoreys, ht-of-hand work?” I suggested, in a whisper
”Sort of atteev o, an' I med sure everybody was safe”
”So they are I've only been down for a swiht, Possum”
”I say, Collins--don't split!”
”Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great thing?”
”Second Kings,” whispered the poor necroe of the Bible rare ast his sect ”God bless you, Collins! may we meet in a better world!”
”It won't be difficult to do that,” I replied dejectedly, as I withdrew to enjoy ht, replete with such sphere-music, was past, and the cares that infest the day had returned to everyone on the station, except myself and two or three equally clean, useless, and aristocratic loafers in the boss's house Toby, the half-caste, was cantering away toward Clarke's, for the weeklyeven ht of the station as soon as possible Pawso a side-saddle, on his exte a familiar hymn, the sentiuage breathed the very aroma of his social atmosphere:--
Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to gain the prize, And sail'd through (adj) seas?
In the veranda of the house, Mr Folkestone, a young English gentleht, lolled on a haazine; while straight between us two aristocratic loafers, Vande firewood in the hot, sickly sunshi+ne This is one of the jobs that it takes a ly; and, to any illureatness is very plain Bathing, though an ancient heresy, has been of strictly local prevalence, and, for the best of reasons, of transient continuance Our relapse belongs to the present generation Though our better-class grandsires understood no science unconnected with the gloves, a ht the away that panoply of dirt which is Nature's own defence against the microbe of imbecility, and which, indeed, was the only armour worn by the formidable Berserkers, from whom some of them claimed descent We have done it however (at least, we say so), whilst our social inferiors have held on to the old-tiain); wherefore----
”I say, Mr Collins,” faltered Ida, breaking in on my reflections, ”I picked up this little buckle aside o' your b-d; it's come off o' the back o' your tr----rs I'll sew it on for you any time, for I notice you're bothered with them slippin' down O, Mr Collins!”--and the poor unlovely face was suddenly distorted with anguish and ith tears--”ain't Mrs Bodyzart wicked to put a slur on me like that? There ain't one word o' truth in it; I'd say the saht; an' you may believe me or believe me not, but I'm tellin' the truth Far be it, indeed!”
”Hush!+ Stop crying, Ida! Don't look round--Mrs Beaudesart's watching you fro! you should n't trouble yourself over what anybody says Did you feed Pup this ive him a whole milk-dish full o' scraps; but if people tells the truth, there's nobody in the world can say black is the white o' my eye; an' you ive Pup a drink, Ida”