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"A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou Beside me, singing in the Wilderness Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!" chanted the little man as he gazed from peak to pinnacle. "Say, Landy! I once dreamed of this place, and I didn't leave out a detail. I was waiting for a delayed train at Peru for a jump to Buffalo to join up a Keith circuit.
So saying he strews peas, maize, raisins, and wheat on the log, praying for God's blessing on all members of the family living and dead, for heaven's blessing on their undertakings, and for domestic prosperity. In Montenegro they meet the log with a loaf of bread and a jug of wine, drink to it, and pour wine on it, whereupon the whole family drinks out of the same beaker.
The jug is intirely impty, so there is no occasion for us to remain longer." "Dat so me leave him here." "Now let's shake hands agin afore we rise." The shaking of hands was all an excuse for Teddy to receive assistance in rising to his feet. He balanced himself a moment, and stared around him, with that aimless, blinking stare peculiar to a drunken man.
Orion did not need a second bidding; he had already plunged his spoon into the porridge, and soon his little bowl was empty, and also the jug of milk. Diana also finished her breakfast, but more thoughtfully. She was a wonderfully wise little girl for her tender years, and at the present moment she was dreadfully puzzled to know what to do.
So I took the jug, dipped it in, and drew the water." "And what did the creature do?" "Flew about." "And it didn't hurt you?" "No. Why should it? I wasn't doing anything wrong." "What did your companions say then?" "They said `Thank you, Diamond. What a dear silly you are!" "And weren't you angry with them?" "No!
There is a life of him by Sir L. Stephen. Poet and translator, b. near Doncaster, and ed. at Camb., after which he took orders. He translated Anacreon, Sappho, and other classics, modernised parts of the poems of Gavin Douglas, and was the author of the well-known song, The Brown Jug, and of two poems, Bramham Park and Partridge Shooting. It had great popularity in its day.
Till he accumulates a little jag, jag, jag, And he jigs, jigs, jigs, with his jug, jug, jug The song was a comfort, at first then a torment. She drove to it, and she steered to it, and when she tried to forget, it sang itself in her tired brain: "Jog, jog, jog oh, damn!" Her father had had a chill.
That morning the frost, I thought, must be terrible. "Come, up!" With a bound I was on the ground, and rushed at once to the little pitch-pine washstand. Rapid ablutions would wake me up thoroughly. Horror! The water in the jug was frozen. Oh! not very deeply, no doubt; but all the same I had to break a coating of ice that had formed on the surface.
He then directed one of the men to run down to the next farmhouse and bring up some bread and cheese, or anything else he could obtain, and a jug of milk, or if that was not to be procured, some water. I thanked him, begging the man to make haste, for now that the excitement was over I could scarcely stand. "Do you know you are whitened all over?" he asked.
In despair, I suggested at last that we should go back to our squadron, and lie down by our horses; but B. would not hear of it, and still clung to his idea: to have a good dinner, and sleep in a bed. Just then, we saw a dark figure creeping noiselessly along under the wall. B. at once went up to it, and caught it by the arm. It was a poor old woman, carrying a basket and a jug of milk.
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