Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second SeriesBottrell, William
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Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second Series
Bottrell, William
Cornwall (England : County) -- Social life and customs; Legends -- England -- Cornwall (County)
"In the crow that the old dame entered she was glad to find a
good quantity of straw, on which she lay down and fell asleep,
but her slumbers were soon disturbed by a bosom of vears (litter
of sucking pigs) which had just been severed from their dam and
placed there to be weaned. The young sucklings, taking An' Pee
for their dam, continued rooting round her with their snouts.
All her endeavours to get a comfortable rest being in vain, she
came out and, hearing the sound of a threshal (flail) going, and
seeing a glimmer of light in the barn on the other side of the
town-place, she thought that the old man of Boslow was up late
threshing that he might have straw to serve his cattle over
Sunday. 'Now,' said the old woman to herself, as she crossed
the town-place, 'I shall get a spell of rest in the barn, for I feel
so sleepy that no noise of threshing will hinder me from having
a nap.' She made for a window, which stood open and through
which the light glimmered, that she might have a peep at what
was going on before she went in.
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"Looking in she could only see, at first, an old iron chill
(lamp) with two porvans (rush wicks) burning in it. The chill
hung from a stake, driven into the wall opposite, at the head of the
barn-boards. Then, in the faint light, she noticed a slash-staff
(beating part of the flail) going up and down, but couldn't see
anybody working it. That she might be able to reach her head
farther in, to see better, she rolled close under the window a big
stone, and, standing on that, on her tip-toes, she saw that the
threshal was worked by a little old man, no more than three feet
high, covered only with a few rags, and his long hair that hung over
his shoulders like a bunch of rushes, (a bunch beaten for making
sheep's spans). His face was broader than it was long; she
couldn't make out the colour of his great round owl's-eyes, they
were so shaded by his shaggy eyebrows, from between which his
long nose, like a snout, poked out. His mouth reached from ear
to ear, and they were set far back to make room for it. Pee
noticed, too, that his teeth were very long and jagged, for he was
so eager about his work that, with each stroke of the threshal,
he kept moving his thin lips round and up and down, and his
tongue in and out. He had nothing of a chin or neck to speak
of, but shoulders broad enow for a man twice his height. His
naked arms and legs were out of all proportion, and too long for
his squat body; and his splayed feet were more like a quilkan's
(frog's) than a man's.
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