saw-miller's

Updated: July 13, 2025

There was laudanum enough in that bottle to kill him. As he walked up from the carriole at the river's edge to the door of the saw-miller's cabin, he drew the cork of the vial, and poured out the poison; it followed him a few steps, a black dribble of murder on the snow, that the miller's dog smelt at and turned from in offence.

William Dean Howells - The Quality of Mercy