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"Is that your father?" he asked, pointing at Lasse. "Of course!" said Pelle, consequentially. "And he can thrash everybody." "But my father can buy everybody, because he lives up there." And Rud pointed toward the big house. "Oh, does he really?" said Pelle, incredulously. "Why don't you live there with him, then?" "Why, I'm a bastard-child; mother says so herself."

The agreement was a hundred strokes, but when Rud had received ten, he got up and refused to have any more. "Then you won't get the money," said Pelle. "Will you or won't you?" He was red with excitement and the exertion, and the perspiration already stood in beads down his slender back, for he had worked with a will. "Will you or won't you? Seventy-five strokes then!"

But when you're afraid, you should just shut your eyes so and open your mouth. Then you pretend to put the mouse right into your mouth, and then " Rud had his mouth wide open, and held his hand close to his mouth; Pelle was under his influence, and imitated his movements "and then " Pelle received a blow that sent the little mouse halfway down his throat.

Hardly, indeed, in many places, a "rud" to-day, reverting picturesquely into the forest trail over which the early inland settlers rode their horses or drove their oxen with upcountry produce to the sea.

All roads came hither, and the town swallowed everything: pigs and corn and men everything sooner or later found its harbor here! The Sow lived here with Rud, who was now apprenticed to a painter, and the twins were here!

A mist of tobacco smoke and a great deal of noise were escaping through the open window. The Sow kept a house for idle seamen, and made a great deal of money. Pelle had often been invited to visit her, but had always considered himself too good; moreover, he could not bear Rud. But this evening he seized greedily upon the memory of this invitation, and went in.

I waited until they got a good start, an' then I trailed 'em. They brought up at the Rabbit Ear, at that old house of Rud Dickman's who cashed in three or four years ago, leavin' nobody behind him." Lawler nodded. He knew the place. Dickman had been a nester, and since his death no one had occupied the house, and no one had come to claim his land. "Well?" said Lawler, as Hamlin paused.

He proved to be nothing but a little shoemaker down in the village, who spoke at the meeting-house on Sundays; and it was also said that his wife drank. Rud went to his Sunday-school, and he was poor; so he was nothing out of the ordinary.

Pseud. Rud. Stich. Horat. Comedy In the dramatic world comedy greatly preponderated over tragedy; the spectators knit their brows, when instead of the expected comedy a tragedy began.

Templeton?" "Comin' on, comin' on." This was his invariable reply. He had the old New England pronunciation, now disappearing. He said "rud" for road, "daown" for down, and gave an indescribable twist to the word garden, best spelled "gardin." He had also the old New England ways.