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There he tied her to a tree-hole, and busied himself that even with getting the gear into her, and victual and water withal, as much as he deemed he should need: and so, being weary, he went to his house to sleep, thinking that he should awake in the grey of the morning and thrust out into the deep sea.
"It may be so, Ian! But I want to hear how you got away from the wolves." "I fired and fired; and still they kept rushing on the tree-hole, heaping themselves against it, those behind struggling up on the backs of those next it, in a storm of rage and hunger and jealousy.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Is there any other way? These are the only ways I know it." No one but a New England yankee mind could concoct such humours and fascinatingly pert phrases as are found here. They are like the chatterings of the interrupted squirrel in the tree-hole at nut-time.
"No, he's standing up, but his leg is down in a hole," said George. "We can't get him out." But Mrs. Brown easily set matters right. She put her hand down in the tree-hole, beside Bunny's leg, the hole being big enough for this. Then, with her fingers, Mrs. Brown unbuttoned Bunny's shoe, and said: "Now pull out your foot."
I only found out afterwards that other people did not see the Colours." She leaned against the tree-hole plaiting and unplaiting chance-plucked grass stems. The children in the wood had drawn nearer. I could see them with the tail of my eye frolicking like squirrels. "Now I am sure you will never laugh at me," she went on after a long silence. "Nor at them." "Goodness! No!"
"It may be so, Ian! But I want to hear how you got away from the wolves." "I fired and fired; and still they kept rushing on the tree-hole, heaping themselves against it, those behind struggling up on the backs of those next it, in a storm of rage and hunger and jealousy.
'Twas a frosty night with a winter moon high in the sky, and Millicent, who knew the Woodman's Path blindfold, much wished it had been darker, for the moonlight was strong enough to show queer faces in every tree-hole and turn the shadows from the trees into monsters upon her path at every yard. She prayed as she went along. "My duty my duty," she said. "God help me to do my duty and save mother!"
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