Identifier: rewardsfairie00kipl (find matches)
Title: Rewards and fairies
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
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Publisher: London : Macmillan
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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t with your best friendby that road-side, and the road you open none shallshut so long as youre let lie quiet in your grave. ^ * And if Im not ^ he says. Why then, she says, * Sims iron ships willbe sailing on dry land. Now ha done with thisfoolishness. Wheres Sims shirt ? * He couldnt fetch no more out of her, andwhen we come up from the cabin, he stood mazedlike by the tiller, playing with a apple. My Sorrow ! says my Aunt ; dye seethat. The great world lying in his hand, liddleand round like a apple. * Why, tis one you gived him, I says. To be sure, she says. Tis just a apple,and she went ashore with her hand to her head. Italways hurted her to show her gifts. Him and me puzzled over that talk plenty. ^ The old ladys prophecy is in a fair way to come true, forwhen the Panama Canal is finished, one end of it will open into thevery bay where Sir Francis Drake was buried. Then ships will betaken through the Canal, and the road round Cape Horn which SirFrancis opened will be abandoned.
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You 11 open a road from the East unto the West, and back a-ain.—P. 292. SIMPLE SIMON 293 It sticked in his mind quite extravagant. Thevery next time we slipped out for some fetchintrade, we met Mus Stennings boat over by Calaissands ; and he warned us that the Spanishers hadshut down all their Dutch ports against us English,and their galliwopses was out picking up our boatslike flies off hogs backs. Mus Stenning he runsfor Shoreham, but Frankie held on a piece, knowinthat Mus Stenning was jealous of our good trade.Over by Dunkirk a great gor-bellied Spanisher,with the Cross on his sails, came rampin at us.We left him. We left him all they bare seas toconquest in. * Looks like this road was going to be shutpretty soon, says Frankie, humouring her at thetiller. Ill have to open that other one yourAunt foretold of, The Spanishers crowdin down on us middlinquick, I says. No odds, says Frankie, hell have theinshore tide against him. Did your Aunt say Iwas to lie quiet in my grave for eve

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