THE DEVIL'S POOL
don't hide us in your hay-loft, we shall be taken and led off to prison."
The Hemp-dresser: "And who will prove you are what you say you are, this time? For you have told us one lie already that you can't maintain."
The Grave-digger: "If you will let us in, we shall show you a pretty piece of game we have killed."
The Hemp-dresser: "Show it right away, for we have our suspicions."
The Grave-digger: "All right, open the door or a window to let us pass the creature in."
The Hemp-dresser: "Oh, no, not quite so foolish. I am looking at you through a little chink, and I can see neither hunters nor game amongst you."
Here an ox-driver, a thick-set fellow of herculean strength, detached himself from a group where he had stood unperceived, and raised toward the window a plucked goose, spitted on a strong iron bar decorated with tufts of straw and ribbons.
"Ho, ho!" cried the hemp-dresser, after cautiously extending an arm to feel the roast. "That is n't a quail nor a partridge; it is n't a hare nor a rabbit; it 's something like a goose or a turkey. Upon my word, you 're clever hunters, and that game did n't make you run very far. Move on,
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