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as though their salvation depended upon a besom. Cries of
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or
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rent the air as the battle cries of warriors. In the intervals of storm there fell the calm of comedy.
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Will ye crack an egg on this, Sandy, dear? a Scotchman was heard to remark; but when Sandy did not
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upon it, his compatriot roared:
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Ah! ye red-headed little deevil, wait till I get doun the rink and catch haud o’ ye