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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Yew look through a knot-hole in your floor any mornin' when it's handy to four o'clock and yew'll see my breakfast doin's." Sylvia opened her eyes, genuinely bewildered. "But why do you want to get up in the night?" she asked. "Night!" he repeated. "What ye talkin' abaout? It's jest the hahnsomest time o' the hull day. I git up to go to the pound, o' course." "The pound?" Sylvia stared in wonder.
While my mind was thus occupied, I turned up one of the streets which tend northward. It was, for some length, uninhabited and unpaved. Presently I reached a pavement, and a painted fence, along which a row of poplars was planted. It bounded a garden into which a knot-hole permitted me to pry.
No one saw it, so the deacon, slightly flushed, gave it a stealthy wrench, but the knot-hole had a sharp conical bottom, and the edge soon caught and secured the rapidly swelling thumb of Deacon Decker. "During the closing prayer he worked at it with great diligence and all the saliva he could spare, but it resisted. It was a sad sight.
All these were very neatly packed and tied between the butterflies' wings with spider-web ropes. In the middle of the knot was a hole, but instead of being round, as a knot-hole generally is, it was square, and there was a little door fitted into it. Suddenly this door opened, and on the threshold of it stood a beautiful little fairy.
You can't put me out of here until I'm ready to go. I could wring you out like a mop, and drop you down a knot-hole, and nobody'd be the wiser." The door now opened slowly and a small girl, miserably clad, entered the saloon. Her head was covered with a worn, soiled shawl.
The scratching continued faintly and with frequent pauses, as if the terrier was then listening. When the girl first removed her eyes from the knot-hole the scene appeared of one velvet blackness; then gradually objects loomed with a dim lustre. She could see now where the tops of the trees joined the sky and the form of the barn was before her dyed in heavy purple.
What was the matter with your aim? I have seen you hit a knot-hole, shooting from the hip." "The man is charmed," declared Gale. "He's bullet-proof." "There are people," she agreed, "that a gunshot will not injure. There was a man like that among my people my father's enemy but he was not proof against steel." "Your old man knifed him, eh?" She nodded. "Ugh!" the man shivered. "I couldn't do that.
Then she told him, coolly enough, how she had arranged the bedclothes to look as though, she slept under them: how she had got into the box because, by reason of the knot-hole in the lid, she had been able to draw it over her, and set the few nails that were hanging in it in their places.
"Anyway, I feel as though I've been pulled through a knot-hole, and I don't care I don't care as the song says." When we were stripped we were lowered gently into the water. But not long did the Akka let us splash about the shallow basin. They lifted us out, and from jars began deftly to anoint and rub us with aromatic unguents.
"When Betsy died we was only four years married I could have crawled into a knot-hole an' died there. You got to save him, Jinny, but" he came suddenly to his feet "he ain't safe here. They might come any minute, if they've got back on his trail. I'll take him up the gorge. You know where." "You sit still, Uncle Tom," she rejoined. "Leave him where he is a minute.
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