Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: July 13, 2025
John's wort and rowan berries, like the Homeric moly, still 'make evil charms of none avail; Rowan, ash, and red threed Keep the devils from their speed, says the Scotch rhyme. Any fanciful resemblance of leaf or flower or root to a portion of the human body, any analogy based on colour, will give a plant reputation for magical virtues. This habit of mind survives from the savage condition.
Aunt Stanshy was talking while the man was sawing and hammering away. He plied his tools vigorously, and soon let Wort out into the full light of day once more. The boys shouted and laughed also as Wort wriggled forward into liberty.
Upon the narrow stony strip of comparatively level ground the sun's rays fell with concentrated ardour, and along it was a brilliant bloom of late summer flowers of camomile, St. John's wort, purple loosestrife, hemp-agrimony and lamium. At almost every step there was a rustle of a lizard or a snake. The melancholy cry of the hawk was the only sound of bird-life.
Among the arrivals by the life-car was the skipper of the "White Shield," and there was also a man wrapped in a cloak. "He aint a sailor," said one of the station-hands, criticising the dress of the man in the cloak. "It is the passenger," said Wort. He was a man still young, and his clothes had an outlandish cut. He walked up the beach, the four young knights having preceded him.
As soon as it ferments to the top of the basons, put it into two pails; and when that works to the top, distribute it into two wide open tubs. Fill them half full with cool wort, and cover them over, till it comes to a fine white head.
One of the fortunate party that had permission to be in the vessel at its launching was Wort Wentworth, the skipper's boy. "I must see every thing that there is," thought the inquisitive boy, and he turned, finally, into the state-room which the skipper himself expected to occupy as his quarters in the cabin.
Wort found a rope, made one end fast to the rail, and then, throwing the other end down to Simes, safely lowered himself into the stern of the light-keeper's boat. In fifteen minutes more Wort was at home, to the surprise and joy of his parents. The club boys heard about Wort's experience, and had a word to say concerning it. "I say, Wort," asked Charlie, "how do you like going to sea?"
"Well, then, get your cap, and come home to dinner with me; it is roast mutton," said Miss Wort, as if pleading with a fractious child. Tom rose heavily, took his cap, and followed her out. Mr. Carnegie watched them as they turned down a back lane to the village, the lathy figure of the lad towering by the head and shoulders above the poke bonnet and drab cloak of Miss Wort.
Mean while infuse four pounds of hops in a little hot water, and put the water and hops into a tub; run the wort upon them, and boil them together three hours. Strain off the hops, and reserve them for the small beer. Let the wort stand in a high tub till cool enough to receive the yeast, of which put in two quarts of the best quality: mix it thoroughly and often.
Then put into the machine twelve gallons more of water, rekindle the fire, and bring the heat to 170 degrees as soon as possible; when this is done, extinguish the fire, and let the mash now stand an hour. Draw off the second wort; and if only one sort of beer is wanted, add it to the first quantity.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking