And be left there cold and still, fur from kindred and loved ones—“Alone in his glory.”
Wall, here in this city I had a great and welcome surprise—Martin made me a present of a Paisley shawl; they wuz manafectered in a place nigh here, and Martin got me and Alice one.
Men don’t realize sech things, but I knew, and Alice knew, that she wouldn’t be old enough to wear hern for twenty years yet. But then, as I told her, she would grow up to it in time.
But she kinder laid out, as I could see, on coverin’ a lounge with it in her boodore, which means her private settin’-room.
I seldom use foreign languages, but when I do, I don’t think it is any more ’n right to translate it for the benefit of ’em who hain’t had my advantages. What would Philury, or she that wuz Submit Tewksbury, know about a boodore? They’d probble think it wuz jewelry or some kind of agin’.
CHAPTER XII.
ROBERT BURNS AND HIGHLAND MARY.
Wall, from here we took some excursions to places of interest in the vicinity. One of heart-thrillin’ interest wuz to Ayr, and lasted two days, for Martin said he wanted to see every spot connected in any way with Robert Burns. He said he didn’t care about readin’ his historys and sermons, but it seemed to be the stylish and proper thing to do, so he wouldn’t fail of doin’ it for anything. So we sot off one mornin’ with great anticipations, and each on us a satchel, for the forty milds trip.
Josiah wuz riz up in his mind about Sir William Wallace—more so than he wuz with Burns.
For the “Scottish Chiefs” had been read by him with avidity in his boyhood, and permeated his fancy, and he still thought it wuz the most thrillin’ book that wuz ever wrote, exceptin’ “Alonzo and Melissa.” “That,” he said, “never will be equalled for heart-breakin’ interest.”