The Devil's Pool

. The rain doesn't come through the leaves of these great oaks, for I can feel some old broken branche

ried off everything, even my cloak, which she will lose or tear on all the branches." "Oh! no, Germain; the saddle and

if we can feel round and find a little dead wood,

"the dead wood cracks under your feet wher

ou going to

n, so he won't roll out; and it's still warm from the mare's

our eyes are like a

little feet, and I'll put mine over his body. Look! isn't he as co

ow how to take care

Now look for your steel in yo

l never light,

remember taking care of sheep and making big

tend sheep have; but I've been an ox-

s. There's your fire all built; now you'll see if it won't burn! Give me th

ot up, cast a red light at first, and finally rose in bluish flashes under the branches of

on him," said the girl. "You must throw on wood and keep the fire brig

like a new man, and my courage is coming back to me; for, with my legs wet to the knees, and th

mor, one never thinks of any

never in a ba

ever! What

, when you have things to annoy you? God knows that you have

ve suffered. We have been unha

have never lacked anything. My wife made me rich, and I am rich still; I shall be as long as I work at t

ur wife, and it w

n't

as so kind! But let's not talk about her any more or I shall

ht a deal of you and your mother. What! you are crying

Why should a man be ashamed to cry for his wife?

your feet near the fire; your skirts are all damp, too, poor little girl! Let

ou want to sit down, take a corner o

"The only thing that troubles me now is hunger. It must be nine o'clock, and I had such hard wo

s you are, and I have been to bed without supper s

t convenience; she doesn't cost

, not perceiving the turn the ploughman

as Germain's reply; "perhaps it's

e in her turn; "well, if you can't live five or six hours without e

ea! but what about the gift

e! I don't believe you need all th

here, without a spit or fire-dog

idn't you ever catch larks in the fields, and haven't you cooked them between two stones? Ah! true! I

k another one t

hat an ogre! Well, there they are a

ie; but unluckily you haven't any canteen, and I

e, too? you imagine you're at the fair under the arbor! Cal

e, are you? You wouldn't drink some

cond time in my life; but if you'll be very good, I wi

are you real

You drank one with the boy, and I took barely three drops out of the one

el

basket, thinking that you or the little one

crying when we left the inn, but that didn't prevent her from thinking more o

your partridges, they are cooked to a turn; and, hav

devil did you

the road, I picked them from the branches a

ey cook

ut some chestnuts in the fire as soon as it

o drink your health and wish you a good husband-as good as

k, Germain, for I never

r his companion, who obstinately refused them, and contented herself with a few chestnuts. "Tell me, little Marie," he c

at least a hundred crowns to begin housekeeping, and I

urice would let me have a

ain. What do you suppose p

at I'm an old man and can't marry you. S

e's your son waking u