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Title: Lob Lie-by-the-fire : or, The luck of Lingborough and other tales
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Woodward, Alice B
Subjects: Fantasy Short stories, English
Publisher: (London) : G. Bell
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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derstood the beastiedaured to get near him— Ill get him, said John Broom, casting downhis hat. Yell get your neck thrawed, said the farm-bailiff. We wont hear of it, said the little ladies. But to their horror, John Broom kicked off hisshoes, after which he spat upon his hands (a shockwhich Miss Kitty thought she never could have sur-vived), and away he went up the willow. It was not an easy tree to climb, and he had oneor two narrow escapes, which kept the crowd breath-less, but he shook the hair from his eyes, moistenedhis hands afresh, and went on. The farm-bailiffsfar-away heart was stirred. No Scotchman is in-sensible to gallantry. And courage is the onlything a canny Scot can bear to see expendedwithout return. John Broom, screamed Miss Betty, comedown ! I order, I command you to come down. The farm-bailiff drew his speckled hat forward toshade his upward gaze, and folded his arms. Dinna call on him, leddies, he said, speaking Youve got a rare perch this time, said he (p. 39).
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LOB LIE-BY-THE-FIRE 39 more quickly than usual. Dinna mak him turnhis head. Steady, lad ! Grip wi your feet. Spiton your pawms, man. Once the boy trod on a rotten branch, and as hedrew back his foot, and it came crashing down, thefarm-bailiff set his teeth, and Miss Kitty fainted inThomasinas arms. Ill reward anyone wholl fetch him down,sobbed Miss Betty. But John Broom seated him-self on the same branch as the cockatoo, and undidthe chain and prepared his hands for the downwardjourney. Youve got a rare perch, this time, said he.And Pretty Cocky crept towards him, and rubbedits head against him and chuckled with joy. What dreams of liberty in the tree tops, with JohnBroom for a playfellow, passed through his crestedhead, who shall say? But when he found that hisfriend meant to take him prisoner, he became veryangry and much alarmed. And when John Broomgrasped him by both legs and began to descend,Cocky pecked him vigorously. But the boy heldthe back of his head towards him, and went s

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