Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER VII THE WHITE WINTER MADAM—in his sober moments at least—nevertouched David again; instead, he devoted himselfto the more congenial exercise of the whiplash of his he was wise; for David, who was already nigh a headthe taller of the two, and comely and strong in proportion,could, if he would, have taken his father in the hollow ofhis hand and crumpled him like a dry leaf. Moreover,with his tongue, at least, the little man enjoyed the noblepleasure of making the boy wince. And so the war wascarried on none the less vindictively. Meanwhile another summer w
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER VII THE WHITE WINTER MADAM—in his sober moments at least—nevertouched David again; instead, he devoted himselfto the more congenial exercise of the whiplash of his he was wise; for David, who was already nigh a headthe taller of the two, and comely and strong in proportion,could, if he would, have taken his father in the hollow ofhis hand and crumpled him like a dry leaf. Moreover,with his tongue, at least, the little man enjoyed the noblepleasure of making the boy wince. And so the war wascarried on none the less vindictively. Meanwhile another summer was passing away, andevery day brought fresh proofs of the prowess of Owd , whose stock of yarns anent Rex son of Rally hadafter forty years hard wear begun to pall on the loyalears of even old Jonas, found no lack of new material the Dalesmans Daughter in Silverdale and in theBorder Ram at Grammoch-town* each succeeding market 60 THE WHITE WINTER 61 day brought some fresh tale. Men told how the g
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