Limekiller!

Iniquity, transgression, and sin. Judge not, that ye —

Limekiller had learned enough to know that he still had much to learn, and so, silently complimenting himself on his wisdom, thought to drop the matter. Only to learn some more, to wit, that when someone wants an argument, really wants it, nothing and nobody is going to prevent it. There is then no Right Way to Handle It. So they had It. Not “Had it Out,” just had it. And he felt miserable. How could love turn to this? And then bv and bv she opened the paper again and they both read it and read it together.

Linzer and Quashee. About that time, one Linzer or Linzen, a Native of Austria and Quashee a Natuve of Guinea, made a Devilish plot to blow up the Poweder Magazine which would worke great loss of Life both Black and White and in the Confusion they rightly expected to follow, it had been their Plot to steal the Gold in the Publick Treasury, which they had reckoned to have opened with a small Blast of Powder simultaneous with the greater and thence they would head for Spanish Waters not doubting but to receive a Welcome after they’d dishonestly profess the Papish Religion. But one or the other attempting to inviegle a Woman of Colour along of them, she having the fear of God before her eyes, divulged the Scheme. Linzer and Quashee were taken tried and sentenced to be hanged. HOWEVER it having come about that the Chapalin’s Wife Mris. Manningtone being at that Time in a delicate Condition and their being no point in the Settlement, scarcely, which was not overlooked from the Chamber in which twas expected she would be confined, Govemour Endderby a most humane and merciful Man, gave orders that contrary to the usual prackticke, Sentence of Execution was not to be carried out in the Settlement but ye Gallowes was erected on Tanbarke Cave as twas then known, on 6th Decern being St. Nicholas Dave. Quashee expressed a degree of Contritione but Linzene with many Oaths and blusterings declared that ‘by G—’ he was glad of the Excursion ‘Yea he had eat many a great green tortle on said Cave and had rather be hanged there where the Sea Winds blew than in any stinking Settlement and regretted Nothing.’ Sentence was carried out and that Part of Tanbarke Caye (the red- brown Mangrave being used for the Purpose of preparing Hydes) has since ben known as Galleowes Point.

Two pennys in the Pund a Bounty on Torbinado Sugar

“Couldn’t spell worth a fiddle-head fern,” he began, hoping that the Black Dog might be sent firmly from their midst by a diagonal change in subject. But it was not to be. Her look was no friendly one. It was still the slightly sidewise gaze of an accountant who wishes to make clear that although he has yet to lodge an Information with the police he has by jove become fully aware of the attempt to queer the books; “You are sailing under a curse aren’t you?” — and what, demanded the Look, had he done which deserved it? he must have done something to deserve it, said the Look; sacked a cathedral, or what? and what did he plan to do to undeserve it? malignantly involving her, said the Look —

“What do you mean? What curse? Why just me?”

Protests of innocence would get him nowhere, said the Look. “It’s just one weird thing after another with you, isn’t it? Was one of your ancestors a hanging judge, too?” And she cited and related to him other of his odd adventures which he had. with some hesitation. related and cited to her, events explicable only by accepting the fantastic and the metaphysical. Events which had happened here within the compass of this so small yet so astonishing nation: the size of Wales? larger than the Atlantic Province of Prince Edward’s Island, where so many Limekillers were buried within sight and sound and scent and touch of the circumambient sea. - But he would accept no guilt on his own broad shoulders. “That’s the kind of country it is. WTien you’re in a country' that’s still partly in the last century —”

‘“the last century’! Jesus

„— or the century before that, well, that’s what it’s like here. Nobody travels to Harvard or McGill in a dugout and nobody’s car in Ohio ever gets hit by a tapir, but here, here, that’s what it’s like. Here. In North America,” he used it in the Canadian sense of The United States and Canada, “in North America you’ve got smog —”

“I haven’t got smog!” — and so they were at it again. Having it again. “And oh my God that’s what those ‘curtains’ were! Those ‘bundles of rags and that ‘window frame’ as I thought they were! It was a gallows and it was those bodies hanging on it until they rotted and fell down! Oh Christ pity women,” she moaned.