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Erema; Or, My Father's Sin by R. D. Blackmore

erema my father s sin blackmore r d

But bigger cowards were never born. What I want to say is this, that I have done nothing, but respected your sad trouble; for you took a wild fancy to that poor bedridden, who never did you a stroke of good except about Cosmopolitan Jack, and whose removal has come at the very nick of time. We all looked forward to a quiet winter, snug with warmth and cheer in-doors, and bright outside with sparkling trees, brisk air, and frosty appetite, when a foolish idea arose which spoiled the comfort at least of two of us. How could I mistrust a Christian, and place confidence in an Indian? Hence I could see for miles over the plain—broad reaches of corn land already turning pale, mazy river fringed with reed, hamlets scattered among clustering trees, and that which I chiefly cared to see, the dusty track from Sacramento. Although, in the matter of bodily strength, he was little past the prime of life, his long and abundant hair was white, and his broad and upright forehead marked with the meshes of the net of care. All that is a very bad thing for young folk. At any rate, he was like John Bull in one respect: he was sturdy and square, and fit to hold his own with any man.

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Erema: My Father's Sin by R.D. Blackmore: Chapter 9

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Shovelin said, softly, while I held my breath, and the Major had the courtesy to be silent. We shall never know the rights. At any rate, my father is not to be blamed. I wonder whether that rogue of a Goad got home to Sylvester's ranch last night? But there is no friend like an old friend, Erema, as I mean to call you now. And never had I been so humored in my foolish wishes: I was quite ashamed to see the trouble great men took to please me. Gundry came round the corner of the building, with a heavy leathern bag of tools strapped round his neck, and his canvas breeches girt above his knees.

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Erema, by R. D. Blackmore

erema my father s sin blackmore r d

It stands on a ridge, the last ridge that bars the view of all the lowland. You boys can go on without victuals all day, but an old man must feed regular. They seem to be able to appreciate it better, to see all the turns, and the ins and outs, which no man has intellect enough to see, or at least to make head or tail of. Very good; more good than could be. And then on a wattle of brush-wood I saw the form of a man—the Sawyer. If any man tries hard words with me, I knocks him down, up sticks, and makes tracks. You said that all your friends had refused to help you.

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Chapter 21

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In spite of all Mr. It was a job which required to be done for legal reasons which I do not understand, but no doubt they were good ones. For the little relics of my affairs—so far as I had any—had taken much time in arrangement, perhaps because it was so hard to find them. Take a knife and fork, Montague, and help her. And the man in question, my own father, who had starved himself to save me! There may be a corn or two of rain; no more.

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Erema; Or, My Father's Sin

erema my father s sin blackmore r d

Every thing is so strange and odd. You likes the sound of your own voice; and no blame to you, being such a swate un. But, for all that, their grandfathers' goggles might fit them. And I think he was afraid for your sake. This was a good mile below the mill according to the bends of channel, but only a furlong or so from the rock upon which I had taken refuge. Parched with thirst, I caught my father's arm and tried to urge him on toward the blue enchantment of ecstatic living water. I hear every sound at this door in my room; and the place will be growing quiet then.

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Chapter 16

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Moreover, from day to day I had been in most wretched anxiety, so long as we remained with people who could not allow for us. If they can take people by surprise, and shoot them without any danger, it is a splendid treat to them. It was weeks before I could thank him, even. Now, Gundry, let us have no squeamishness. And yet he thought that women can not reason! But the sheep must have piloted us to a tree, whose branches swept the torrent. When I was looking up and wondering where to find the mischief, Martin, the foreman, came out and crossed the plank, with his mouth full of breakfast. The ladies once came only twice to feed, but now they come three times, I am assured by a young man who knows all about it.

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Erema: My Father's Sin by R.D. Blackmore: Chapter 9

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Shovelin, save me from ever being called Jemima! Looking back at these things now, I can not be sure of every thing; and indeed if I could, I must have an almost supernatural memory. Overcome with bodily weakness and with bitter self-reproach, I even feared that to ask any questions might show want of gratitude. She knows how to deal with such gallowses; and they will keep her to cook their dinner. He was riled with them greasers. And it seemed a most ominous sign that Firm had never said a word, but grasped his gun, and slowly got in front of his grandfather. It may have been three days of wandering, or it may have been a week, or even more than that, for all that I can say for certain. He was much too hard at work to pay any heed to sky or stream, and the fall of his strokes was dead and hollow, as if the place resented them.

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Erema — My Father's Sin

erema my father s sin blackmore r d

How I arose, or what I did, or what I thought, is nothing now. His hair is long and abundant, but white; his eyes are dark, piercing, and gloomy. His father, in whose arms he died, led a sad and lonely life for years, and scarcely even cared although of Cornish and New England race to seize the glorious chance of wealth which lay at his feet beseeching him. And suddenly we looked forth upon an immeasurable spread of these. If I had not known my father, if I had not loved him, if I had not closed his eyes in desert silence deeper than the silence of the grave, even if I could have buried and bewailed him duly, the common business of this world and the universal carelessness might have led me down the general track that leads to nothing. You can't have your own way always. It takes more than that to put my back up.

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Erema

erema my father s sin blackmore r d

You scorn my first egg, and Erema should have had it if she had been good. But the Lord in heaven ordereth all. It was the 29th of May—Oak-apple Day in England—and to my silly youth this vast extent of snowy mountains was a nice place for a cool excursion. He seemed to be perfectly unconcerned about all the tricks of the hearth flame, presenting as he did a most solid face for any light to play upon. He would always do his best about the smallest trifle; but after that, be the matter small or great, he had a smiling face for the end of it. I thought you might like to see us try. Such things are trifling, compared to our own, which naturally fill the universe.

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