trinmed

Updated: May 23, 2025

I could hear the fire crackling and smell the odour of steeping tea. 'Ye flopped 'round like a fish in thet basket, said Uncle Eb. ''Guess ye must a been drearnin' O' bears. Jumped so ye scairt me. Didn't know but I had a wil' cat on my shoulders. Uncle Eb had taken a fish-line out of his pocket and was tying it to a rude pole that he had cut and trinmed with his jack-knife.

Irving Bacheller - Eben Holden, a tale of the north country