carding-combs

Updated: April 30, 2025

On the fifth evening, he turned in to rest with a little fear at his heart but there were the carding-combs and spinning-wheel, and the string of beads. Sadly empty and bare in the hut, and never a sound; the hours were long, and when at last he did hear something like a sound of footsteps outside, he told himself that it was fancy, nothing more. And Isak was not one to use words lightly.

Knut Hamsun - Growth of the Soil