Yiddish Tales

tiful bridge, to the great high hill that has stood facing it from everlasting, thickly wooded, and watered by quantities of cle

d had to content themselves with the thick, impure water of the river Smotritch, which has flowed forever round the eminence on which Kamenivke is built. But man, and especially the Je

and bitter. Kamenivke stands high, almost in the air,

adwinner has been used to that for ages. But in winter, when the snow was deep and the frost tremendous, when the steep Skossny hill with its clay soil was cove

ough in his own despite, a pious Jew and a great man of his word, and he had to carry water for almost all the well-to-d