Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | 2003
Transcription shake the voice of my-brother, and he
speaks strange things. Let my brother
come near and speak.'
We're a great big rogue Mr Redfoot,
and knows fist as sartin as myself, what
I saise to ye. If ye don't, you may make
the best of it, for ye gits no nearer to Ro-
ry W Allister to night.''Shall we not say to our brother, we
have done him wrong, then is the heart
of our brother an elder tree. But will
our brother, keep from us that which is
ours : Give us our bag, which Nve left
with our sister, and we will go and there
shall be peace between us.''Now, don't be after beddering Gin-
tlemins in this fashion. Rory M' Allister
has nothing to do wid de house, parcaisT-
ing though ye be but a savage and Wi-
dout comprehension, dat he is but a
lodger in de house. Come alter yer goods
and cattels in de morning, and Rory Mc-
Allister shall be de very man to say, here
you rogue of de world, take your bag, and
here's a noggin to the good of your flesh
and body, my darling, but the night, the
slape must be had, or there'll be no wa-
king o' the day.'' It will not do, brother, before the
morning I must go on. a long travel. My
brother will not keep from me that which
is mine.'' Dat's what I will now, Redfoot. Ye
can't blarney Rory Mc'Allister, try from
the blessed Sunday morning to Saturday
night; but I forgits that I am spaking to
a poor ignorant cast away savage, who
_does - not know Sunday from Saturday.
Now does ye. Kin you say, Redfoot, as
you are a mortal cbristian, kin you say
what day Tursday falls on?''My brother is strange.''There, I know'd it ! 0 ! you poor
ignorant baste, that does'nt know one
wake a day from anoder, yell be damned