they were coming home, what did they see but the boy who began the work playing about with the son of the other man, and their two fathers down in their graves.'
When he stopped, a gust of wind came and blew up a bundle of dry seaweed that was near us, right over our heads.
Another old man began to talk.
'That was a great wind,' he said. "I remember one time there was a man in the south island who had a lot of wool up in shelter against the corner of a wall. He was after washing it, and drying it, and turning it, and he had it all nice and clean the way they could card it. Then a wind came down and the wool began blowing all over the wall. The man was throwing out his arms on it and trying to stop it, and another man saw him.
'"The devil mend your head!" says he, "the like of that wind is too strong for you."
'"If the devil himself is in it," said the other man, "I'll hold on to it while I can."
'Then whether it was because of the word or not I don't know, but the whole of the wool went up over his head and blew all over the island, yet, when his wife came to spin afterwards she had all they expected, as if that lot was not lost on them at all."
'There was more than that in it,' said another
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