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Updated: May 9, 2025
"Are there dogs here?" asked the old man, and groaned, for his forehead was flayed and smarting, so often had he borne those tent-skins up and down. But before any could answer, he heard the barking of the dogs themselves. And in a moment he was back in his boat again. The wind had grown stronger. The seas were frothing white, and the foam was scattered about.
We were assembled in Jonathan's tent, and the stones and pegs, with which it had been fastened down to the ground, being already removed, the tent-skins were soon blown about our heads by the violence of the wind, and we were now obliged patiently to wait till the storm abated.
And now the dwarf folk were filled with horror, and the little old man was for setting off at once. So they gathered their belongings together and set out. And whenever they came to a village, they went up on shore, and the old man always went up with his tent-skins on his back. "Are there any dogs here? Is there a great beast with a black-and-white face?" was always the first thing he asked.
They ran away up the beach with Tooky and the other dogs the moment they were out of the boats. They did not stay with the twins all the time now, as they used to do. The twins were much bigger, too. Koolee looked at them as they helped her carry the tent-skins up from the beach, and said to them, "My goodness, I must make my needles fly!
"Yes, indeed." And before they could turn round, the old man was back in his boat again, so great was his fear of dogs. And at last the skin was worn quite away from his forehead with carrying of tent-skins up on to the shore in vain. One day they were lying-to, when a wind began to blow from the north.
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