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He ate and ate, and at last he had eaten it all up. And again he emptied the water bucket. After all that he felt very well indeed, and seemed hardly to have eaten until now. But that was because he had swallowed a little stalk of grass before he began. So Atdlarneq slept, and next morning he went back home again. But after having thus nearly gorged himself to death, he never went southward again.
"Once let them have the water from the Trolls' well in their eyes, they'll never be contented again!" and he upset the bucket in which he was standing over the feet of the Bride's mother, who had to run home hastily to change her wet shoes. "This is the work of the River-Trolls, I believe," she said to herself, as she held up her soaked skirts carefully. "I'll find out all about it on St.
One of the strangers at the the table, who took wonderful great delight in drinking of cold water, had some brought to him by the servants, cooled after this manner; they had hung in the well a bucket full of the same water, so that it could not touch the sides of the well, and there let it remain, all night: the next day, when it was brought to table, it was colder than the water that was newdrawn.
Dispersing in every direction, each flew to her own cabin, and seizing upon a bucket, hurried to the rear gate, where, all being assembled, they were at once given exit.
It was Old Man Jordan who, a week or so later, on his way to the village with butter in his bucket, stood in the middle of the road and tossed his arms so frenziedly that Colonel Ward, gathering up his speed behind the willows, pulled up with an oath. "Ye're jest gittin' back from up-country, ain't ye?" asked Uncle Jordan. "What do you mean, you old fool, by stoppin' me when I'm busy?
Then his throat became on fire with thirst, and somehow there came a dream of the deliciously cool well on the farm at home, the bucket covered with green moss swinging over it, the splash of cool water when it was lowered, the trough by the side, where they used to pour water for the fowls to drink, the muddy spot around, where water plants grew on the splashings and drippings.
"You can use the reward, I guess." "Good God, I don't want that kind of money!" Van exclaimed. "Who got you, Matt who got you?" "Sheriff," said the convict dispassionately. "Good man, Christler and a pretty good shot but I got away with his lead." He slumped again, like a waxen thing on melting props, deprived of all support. Van plunged out to the water bench, with its bucket, near the door.
Jack drank in great gulps, and as he passed back the bucket, he said: "When a man's got a chance of catching a fine girl like that, he ought not be mixed up in any dirty business. I wish to God I was out of this!" Freckles answered heartily: "I wish I was, too!" Jack stared at him a minute and then broke into a roar of rough laughter. "Blest if I blame you," he said. "But you had your chance!
Is not man's helper that God who dippeth up the seas in the hollow of His hand? Who weighs the mountains with scales and the hills in the balance? What! Thine enemies too strong for thee? Why, God looketh upon all the nations and enemies of the earth as but a drop in the bucket. He sendeth forth His breath, and the tribes disappear as dust is blown from the balance.
He could scarcely reach, and there was quite a loud grating noise. He stood trembling on the bucket and listened, but the double breathing continued. Deborah had been unusually tired that night; she had gone to bed earlier, and slept more soundly. Ephraim broke a great jagged half from the mince-pie; then replaced it with another grating slide.
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