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'O! said he, 'I had lost my Cows four or five days ago, and thought I should never see them again; and this honest Neighbor of mine told me this Morning, by his own Fire's Side, nine Miles off, that here I should find them, and here I have them! Then up goes his Cap again.
The fire's been put and everything cleaned away this two hours. I kep' the table a-waitin' for you a right smart spell, but finally come to the conclusion that you must 'a' stayed to Miss Stanhope's or someone else, to tea." "No, I've not had supper," he answered gruffly. "You haint, eh? and I 'spose you're hungry, too. Well, sit down, and I'll hunt up something or 'nother.
Pelle's face had become ashen gray; all the blood had left it, and the bones stood out sharply as in a dead face. He gulped two or three times to obtain control over his voice. "I wonder if you understand what it means to get a thrashing!" he said hoarsely. "Fire's nothing; I'd rather be burnt alive than have it again.
As each saw the other's face, it was so very sad and worn and pale, that the young man started back; and the elder, with quite the tenderness of old days, cried, "God bless me, my boy, how ill you look! Come and warm yourself look, the fire's out. Have something, Clivy!" For months past they had not had a really kind word. The tender old voice smote upon Clive, and he burst into sudden tears.
Steady, helmsman! you guide the immortal; Many a wreck is beneath you piled, Many a brave yet unwary sailor Over these waters has been beguiled. Nor is it the storm or the scowling midnight, Cold, or sickness, or fire's dismay Nor is it the reef, or treacherous quicksand, Will peril you most on your twisted way.
And the fear that makes a man run away is a different sort, anyhow." "It's getting cold, isn't it?" "Yes, the fire's burning low. We'd better get to bed, Dolly." "Oh, no; I couldn't. I don't want to be there in the dark. I'm sure I couldn't sleep if I went to bed. I'd much rather sit out here by the fire and talk, if you're not sleepy. And you said you weren't."
Northward, under the pale light of the stars, the barren acres stretched away till they reached the point where the builded city recommenced. The wind, fallen to a breeze, brought still a faint hint of smoke out of the ground, as though in insistent reminiscence of the fire's breath.
My lad!" panted the farmer, "I am sorry." "Thanky, farmer; but fine words butter no parsneps. Theer, bairn," he cried, putting his arm round his wife's waist; "don't cry that away. We aren't owd folks, and I'm going to begin again. Be a good dry plaace after fire's done, and theer'll be some niced bits left for yow to heat the oven when fire's out." "And no oven, no roof, no fireside."
Among these is one on the tomb of a smith, which on account of its singularity, I here copy and send you. "My sledge and anvil he declined, My bellows too have lost their wind; My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, My coals are spent, my iron's gone, My nails are drove: my work is done."
They huddled bare-footed closer to the stove, until Annie rose and tiptoed across to get a pair each of cheap straw slippers which rested below the bed. "Here's yours, Sis," said she. "You just sit still and get warm as you can before we turn in it's an awful night, and the fire's beginning to peter out already. I wish't Mr. McAdoo, or whoever it is, 'd see about this coal business.
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