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. 1838 edition. Excerpt: ...as I do? you almost had me over the edge of the pit, and there's good six feet wather in the bottom of it. There, just where the moon shines, is the elm-tree, and - In all human probability, the word would have been his last, for the murderer's grasp was on the arm of his intended victim, but that Michael--the ...
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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. 1838 edition. Excerpt: ...as I do? you almost had me over the edge of the pit, and there's good six feet wather in the bottom of it. There, just where the moon shines, is the elm-tree, and - In all human probability, the word would have been his last, for the murderer's grasp was on the arm of his intended victim, but that Michael--the half-idiot Michael--with a whoop and a halloo, bearing a lighted stick in his hand, rushed so closely by them that the sparks of his wild brand starred the stranger's coat; while Snap, hearing his master's voice, barked either in glee or anger. " Hurroo! hurroo! Uncle, uncle, here's the light for your's or the devil's pipe! Hurroo! night-rovers--ill-gatherers! hurroo! hurroo!" and shouting and jumping, Michael kept before his uncle, now tossing his torch into the air, and then whirling it round his head. " Send the cub to his den," said the stranger, in so fierce a tone of voice, that the inebriated Burnett noted the change, and turned a look at his companion. " Send the idiot home," he continued, " or by the Lord, I'll send him somewhere else;' and, as he spoke, he drew a pistol from his vest. The sight of the weapon sobered the old man in a moment: " Stop, stop!" he exclaimed, " if you hurt a hair of that boy's head, you'll pay for it-that's all. You're no true man to draw a pistol on such a natural as that;--besides, what use have you for the firearms?" " Use," repeated the traveller; " why, you know your country has not the reputation of being the quietest in the world. So for my own personal safety " " Quietest!"--repeated Burnett, --I'll trouble you not to say anything against the country. I'm thinking you're not the sort I took you for, --to offer to fire at a poor natural, whom every man in the parish would fight to purtect; and...
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