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'In the case of a deposit in North Carolina, where ten men were required for thirty-five days to dig the earth with pick and shovel and wash it in sluices, two men with a single jet of water could accomplish the same work in a week.
He studied the wood-mice and tried to dig them out of their burrows; and he learned much about the ways of moose-birds and woodpeckers. And there came a day when the hawk's shadow did not drive him crouching into the bushes. He had grown stronger and wiser, and more confident. Also, he was desperate.
As the throng passes through the gates many of the men seize spades and picks, implements which they know only too well how to use. It does not take twenty minutes to dig the grave. When the work is completed, the fact dawns upon the minds of the leaders that they have neglected to provide a coffin for the bodies.
The porcupines, in the moulting season, cast their quills in the fields, and dig themselves holes under the palm trees. In winter immense flocks of plovers of various species, are seen on the edges of the marshes, and also great numbers of wild ducks.
While we enjoy this spiritual refreshment and keep ourselves open to it, we may dig without degradation; but if our minds fasten on the thing to be done, on commodity and safety, on getting and having, those avenues seem to close by which the soul was fed. Then we forget our incalculable chances and certainties; we go mad, and make the mind a muck-rake.
While three men went to work to dig right into the drift from the hut door westward, three more were busy connecting it with the hut. This was done by stretching boards the same that we had used on the Fram as a false deck for the dogs from the drift up to the roof of the pent-house.
"Very seldom, now; I have sown all my wild oats, and even the ace of spades can scarcely dig them out again." "Ha! ha! vara gude." "I will look on;" and Lord Lilburne drew his chair to the table, exactly opposite to Mr. Gawtrey. The old gentleman turned to Philip. "An extraordinary man, Lord Lilburne; you have heard of him, of course?"
Was it not as if our Lord had said to them, 'I am a king, and have put on glorious apparel, but whence does the glory of my raiment come? I have no need of fine linen, and purple, and embroidery, the work of men's hands; I have no need to send my subjects to mines and caves to dig gold and jewels to adorn my crown: the earth is mine and the fulness thereof.
Sometimes I go out in winter and hunt around a little." "Do you dig your house?" asked Old Mother Nature. Jimmy shook his head. "Not when I can help myself," said he, "It is too much work. If I have to I do, but I would much rather use one of Johnny Chuck's old houses. His houses suit me first rate." "I want you all to look at Jimmy very closely," said Old Mother Nature.
Believe me, and I know you too; may I so enjoy the health you wish me, as I play'd at leap-frog so long with our boy, that my master grew jealous, and sent me to dig in the country: But hold thy tongue and I'll give thee a loaf." I marvel," said I, "whether they be all mash'd together or made of loam; for in a Saturnal at Rome, my self saw the like imaginary shew of a supper."
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