Granny's wonderful chair and its tales of fairy times (1916) (14780470214)

Identifier: grannyswonderful0brow (find matches)
Title: Granny's wonderful chair and its tales of fairy times
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Browne, Frances, 1816-1879 Pyle, Katharine, d. 1938, ed. and ill
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Publisher: New York, E.P. Dutton & Co
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill



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him; and Merrymind setout one summer morning with the broken-stringedfiddle imder his arm. There were no highways then in the northcountry—people took whatever path pleased thembest; so Merrymind went over the fair ground andup the hill, hoping to meet the little man, andlearn something of the night-spinners. The hillwas covered with heather to the top, and he wentup without meeting any one. On the other sideit was steep and rocky, and after a hard scrambledown, he came to a narrow glen all overgrown withwild furze and brambles. Merrjmiind had nevermet with briars so sharp, but he was not the boyto turn back readily, and pressed on in spite oftorn clothes and scratched hands, till he came tothe end of the glen, where two paths met; one ofthem wound through a pine-wood, he knew nothow far, but it seemed green and pleasant. Theother was a rough, stony way leading to a widevalley surrounded by high hills, and overhimgby a dull, thick mist, though it was yet early inthe summer evening.
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(C) Li. F. D. & Co. MERRYMIND AND HIS BURDEN. TKe Story of Merrymind 185 ,!* Merrjmiind was weary with his long joixrney,and stood thinking of what path to choose, when,by the way of the valley, there came an old manas tall and large as any three men of the northcountry. His white hair and beard hung liketangled flax about him; his clothes were made ofsackcloth; and on his back he carried a heavyburden of dust heaped high in a great pannier. * Listen to me, you lazy vagabond! * he said,coming near to Merrymind: * If you take theway through the wood I know not what willhappen to you; but if you choose this path youmust help me with my pannier, and I can tell youits no trifle. * Well, father, said Merrymind, * you seemtired, and I am younger than you, though notquite so tall; so, if you please, I will choose thisway, and help you along with the pannier. Scarce had he spoken when the huge mancaught hold of him, firmly bound one side of thepannier to his shoulders with the same strong