Irish favole . lancieri a brevi intervalli attorno alle pareti,e gli uomini di buttare porridge caldo fuori del tetto erano standingin i posti giusti. Se non possiamo ottenere dal gancio, otterremo in dal truffatore,detto Mongan. Entrambi sono buoni modi, detto Mac un Ddv, andwhichever di loro si decide sul Ill stick da. Solo allora essi videro il hag del mulino in uscita del mulino che era giù per la strada un po'. Ora il hag del mulino era un osseo, polo sottile di un hagwith piedi dispari. Che è, aveva un piede che era troppo grande forher, in modo che quando ha sollevato it up è tirato su di lei; e shehad un piede che era troppo sma

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Irish fairy tales . spearmen at short intervals around the walls, and men to throw hot porridge off the roof were standingin the right places. If we cannot get in by hook, we will get in by crook, said Mongan. They are both good ways, said Mac an Ddv, andwhichever of them you decide on Ill stick by. Just then they saw the Hag of the Mill coming out ofthe mill which was down the road a little. Now the Hag of the Mill was a bony, thin pole of a hagwith odd feet. That is, she had one foot that was too big forher, so that when she lifted it up it pulled her over; and shehad one foot that was too small for her, so that when she liftedit up she didnt know what to do with it. She was so long thatyou thought you would never see the end of her, and she wasso thin that you thought you didnt see her at all. One ofher eyes was set where her nose should be and there was anear in its place, and her nose itself was hanging out of her 310 The Hag of the Mill was a bony, thin pole of a hag with odd feet. To face fair 310.. MONGANS FRENZY 311 chin, and she had whiskers round it. She was dressed in ared rag that was really a hole with a fringe on it, and she wassinging Oh, hush thee, my one love to a cat that was yelpingon her shoulder. She had a tall skinny dog behind her called Brotar. Ithadnt a tooth in its head except one, and it had the toothachein that tooth. Every few steps it used to sit down on itshunkers and point its nose straight upwards, and make along, sad complaint about its tooth; and after that it used toreach its hind leg round and try to scratch out its tooth;and then it used to be pulled on again by the straw rope thatwas round its neck, and which was tied at the other end tothe hags heaviest foot. There was an old, knock-kneed, raw-boned, one-eyed, little-winded, heavy-headed mare with her also. Every timeit put a front leg forward it shivered all over the rest of itslegs backwards, and when it put a hind leg forward it shiveredall over the rest of its legs frontward

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1920
• booksubjectfairyta
• bookyear1920