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That it was the last of her meal till her youngest boy should bring her a bag on his back from the mill the next Saturday, made no point in her trouble. When at last she had done, and put the things away, and swept up the hearth, she milked the ewe, sent her out to nibble, took her Bible, and sat down once more to read.
That morning she had brought in her own supply of fire-wood, filled her buckets from the spring, attended the poultry, fed the oxen, milked Snowfoot, wrestled over the iniquity of Reynard and grieved at the untimely death of the speckled rooster: "When he would have made such a lovely fricasee, yes. Indeed, 'twas a sinful waste!"
Our cousin twisted the poker in his great hands until it squeaked as he stood before my uncle and said: "My wife and I have chopped and burnt and pried and hauled rocks an' shoveled dung an' milked an' churned until we are worn out. For almost twenty years we've been workin' days an' nights an' Sundays. My mortgage was over-due, I owed six hundred dollars on it.
I might be able to kill him as he slept, but not even with my companions could I roll away the great stone that closed the mouth of the cave. 'Dawn came, and the Cyclops awakened, kindled his fire and milked his flocks. Then he seized two others of my men and made ready for his mid-day meal. And now he rolled away the great stone and drove his flocks out of the cave.
The sunset is no time to idle. Where are your goats?" "Milked an hour ago, Tantibba, and in the shed," replied Pierre, with a saucy air of having the best of the argument, "and my mother waits in the Square to speak to thee as thou passest." "I was not going that way, to-night," replied Hetty. "I am in haste. What does she wish? Will it not do as well in the morning?"
At the same time she cooked for the men, took care of the children, washed and ironed, milked the cows at night, made the butter, and sometimes fed the horses and watered them while her husband kept at the shocking. No slave in the Roman galleys could have toiled so frightfully and lived, for this man thought himself a free man, and that he was working for his wife and babes.
The walls round the Giant's Keep were being built higher by Crom Duv, helped by his servant Flann. The Giant's herd was now increased by many calves, and Morag the byre-maid had much to do to keep all the cows milked. And day and night Morag and Flann heard the bellowing of the Bull of the Mound. Now one day while Crom Duv was away with his herd, Flann and Morag were in the courtyard.
So I pitched the tents, picketed the animals, milked the cows, had supper, paregoricked the men, established the watch, and went to bed with orders to call me as soon as we came in sight of Zermatt. I awoke about half past ten next morning, and looked around. We hadn't budged a peg! At first I could not understand it; then it occurred to me that the old thing must be aground.
One boy, who had in former days looked after the cows, absolutely did come and drive them in to be milked one morning without saying a word. "And who are you, you young deevil?" said Peter to him. "I'm just Larry O'Brien." "And what business have you here?" said Peter. "How many months ago is it since last year you took yourself off without even a word said to man or woman?
Tom, who milked the cows was supposed to know something of the art of churning; he was, therefore, called into the dairy: as soon as he saw the state of the matter he exclaimed, "Why, the cream's gone to sleep!" "The cream gone to sleep!" What in the world could that mean?
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