Queechy, Volume I by Elizabeth Wetherell
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creatures she and her sister both were; how was it, Mr.
Rossitur? were you a wild young gentleman that wanted training?" "I have had it, Sir, whether I wanted it or no." "Hum! How is he, Mr. Carleton? sober enough to command men?" "I have not seen him tried, Sir," said this gentleman, smiling; "but from the inconsistency of the orders he issues to his dogs, I doubt it exceedingly." "Why, Carleton would have no orders issued to them at all, I believe," said young Rossitur; "he has been saying 'hush' to me all day." The old gentleman laughed in a way that indicated intelligence with one of the speakers, which, appeared not. "So you've been following the dogs to-day," said he. "Been successful?" "Not a bit of it," said Rossitur. "Whether we got on the wrong grounds, or didn't get on the right ones, or the dogs didn't mind their business, or there was nothing to fire at, I don't know; but we lost our patience, and got nothing in exchange." "Speak for yourself," said the other. "I assure you I was sensible of no ground of impatience while going over such a superb country as this." |
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