Part 67 (1/2)
”Plenty lice--good cookee--welly ni'”
”By gummies! Hi seed the ti voice, douhtin' in a sawr-pit f'r ters an' sebmteen minits, by the watch; an' fetched 'ome in a barrer Noot's the hupshot?
Did 'n' Hi say, 'Look hout! we'll git hit to rights'?”
”But you (adv) well thought we'd get rain,” persisted the old onist--an open- that colonising process so y
”'Ow the (fourfold expletive) do you hundertake to knoot Hi thort?
But ar the hupshot? 'Look hout!' ses Hi; 'we'll git hit to rights!'
An' did we, hor did we not? Straight, now, Dave?”
”You're like Cassandra, Jack,” I observed, to fill up the pause which marked Dave's discoot more hunder 'is 'at nor a six-'underd-an'-fo'ty-hacre paddick full o' sich soojee speciments as you fellers,” said the old man impressively ”Wich o' you knows hanythink about Cassandra? Hin 'twenty-six hit war, an' hit seems like las' week
Hi druv ole Major Learm'th to them races, Hi did; an' wen the 'osses comes hin, 'e looks roun' an' ses to 'is labour, a-stannin' aside the kerridge, 'Cassandra fust,' ses 'e, 'an' the rest nowheers,' ses 'e
Nohat's the hupshot? Collings'll see the day Thes'll see the day! Yes, Dave,”
continued the heart of the old man to the Psalmist; ”Hi won ten bob on Cassandra that day; an' ten bob war ten bob the the silent swagrow uneasy underto a friend just now that I fancied I had seen you before,”
I explained
”Well, they ain't actilly sore, so much as sort o' dazzly and dim,”
replied thethis last four year, but I got better hopes now nor ever I had before
A boundary ive me a little bottle o' stuff the other day; an' it see Jist feels like a spoonful o' red-hot ashes in your eye; an' if a drop falls outside, it tulassy phlegm off o' the optic nerve?”
”No; you want none of these burning quack remedies; you want three months'
careful treatment”----
”I ain't denyin' it,” interrupted the man, sadly and sullenly ”An' I don't thank To his voice in atteer ”He ain't the man I took hieneral conversation dropped, and Tam, pannikin in hand, rose and advanced to his mate's side
”An' wha' is't ye're sayin' till entleness and commiseratiom ”Puir body's haird o' hearin',”
he explained to the coo blurtin' out about ao' that sort Seems like as if there was a job for one of us on this station, an' you was takin' a e to collar it
It ain't like you”----
”Od, whisht! ye puir thrawart body! ” interrupted Taht 'a' went about it a bit more manly,” continued the other, with the querulousness of a sick child ”I don't deny I done three months; but so help”----
”Whisht! ye daft”----
”So help me God, I never deserved it I knowed no ot it off o' the bobby that nabbed et threeabout?” asked the catechumen rouseabout (Henceforth, the reader will have to supply froination the clumsy and misplaced expletive which preceded each verb used by this young fellow)