This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ... her: she stumbled there, standin' up out of me way. I ne'er touched her. The stones would be treacherous and wet wid the rain in the night, And her foot slipped, and ere you could see, in the strame she was, out of me sight. For a great slidin' slab of brown water druv down on her, and passed wid one sweep, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ... her: she stumbled there, standin' up out of me way. I ne'er touched her. The stones would be treacherous and wet wid the rain in the night, And her foot slipped, and ere you could see, in the strame she was, out of me sight. For a great slidin' slab of brown water druv down on her, and passed wid one sweep, And she under it. What could I do? Sure she'd sink where 'twas terrible deep, Out of raich, out of sight. In an instant it chanced. I done naught, only stand Starin' round in a maze, thinkin'--was it her face there? or was that her hand? But the sorra a sign save the river leppin' on in its welters of foam. Then above on the high bank I looked. There went Hughey Maclean goin' home. IX And I called him as near as could be. Twice I tried it, but never a sound Would come out of me throat; somethin' choked me, and that set me head whirlin' round Like the wild water caught in the stones, wid the flurry of me thoughts fast and thick. For sez I to meself: 'If he heard me, it's sendin' him after her quick. Down he'll lep in the smotherin' flood to his death. Ah, I'll let him walk on; 'Tis just takin' his life.... Is it watchin' him drown I'd be, there, where she's gone? 'Twas no doin' of mine; I ne'er touched her, ' sez I. "Tis me chance so befell.... When the little black head he'll be seein' no more... sure you never can tell. The red gold for me, Oonah machree. If we met in a shine of the sun--I'll not drown him, ' sez I. Yet I'm thinkin' the raison I done what I done Was that spakin' to Hughey Maclean seemed like raichin' me hand out to burn On an iron in sparks from the flame. So I let him go by past the turn. And I crouched meself down on the stone, wid the shawl o'er me head, and me ears Finger-stopped, to not see aught or hear; and the...
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