Yet he was a well-plucked one, if ever there was such a party on this airth.

He told me he had took _five_ mortial hours to come the last mile, the horse walkin' slowly afore him, and guiding him like.

And how do you think he did it, with two pillars of hice for legs?
Why he lifted up just one leg and then the other with both his hands, and put them afore him, and took his steps that way." Here honest Ned, his eyes glistening, and his ugly little face glowing with emotion through its coating of sunburn, paused, as if he did not like to go on.
I was more touched and interested than I could avoid showing, and cried, "Oh, _do_ tell me, Palmer, what became of the poor fellow! Did he die ?" Ned cleared his throat, and moved so as to get between me and the light from the door, as he said huskily, "He came very nigh to it, ma'am.

I never did set eyes on such a decent patient chap as that man was.

I did the very wust thing I could a' done, the town doctors told me, for I brought him into the hut, instead o' keeping him outdoors and rubbing his poor black legs with snow.