Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER VI A LICKING OR A LIE THENCEFORWARD David buckled down to workat home, and in one point only father and son re-sembled—industry. A drunkard MAdam was^ but adrone, no. The boy worked at the Grange with tireless, indomitableenergy; yet he could never satisfy his father. The little man would stand, a sneer on his face and histhin lips contemptuously curled, and flout the lads bravelabours. Is he no a gran worker, Wullie? Tis a pleasure towatch him, his hands in his pockets, his eyes turnedheavenward! as the boy snatched a hard-earned mo-ments rest. You and I, Wullie,
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER VI A LICKING OR A LIE THENCEFORWARD David buckled down to workat home, and in one point only father and son re-sembled—industry. A drunkard MAdam was^ but adrone, no. The boy worked at the Grange with tireless, indomitableenergy; yet he could never satisfy his father. The little man would stand, a sneer on his face and histhin lips contemptuously curled, and flout the lads bravelabours. Is he no a gran worker, Wullie? Tis a pleasure towatch him, his hands in his pockets, his eyes turnedheavenward! as the boy snatched a hard-earned mo-ments rest. You and I, Wullie, well brak oorselsslavin for him while he looks on and lafFs. And so on, the whole day through, week in, week out;till he sickened with weariness of it all. In his darkest hours David thought sometimes to run1away. He was miserably alone on the cold bosom of the!world. The very fact that he was the son of his father. H 52 A LICKING OR A LIE isolated him in the Daleland. Naturally of a reserveddisposition, he had no
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