The dog wouldn't sit still while I gave him a bath.

And than he shall be riched ſo, That it may faile nevermo

In the fourth [volume], we view the decline of botany in the barbarous ages. In the fifth we find it riſing with the new dawn of literature; …

He talked about hunting and shooting, and told me how unfair it was that Ole Gjortler, who really belonged to Gjerdrum parish, should set his bird-traps on Solberg Common[.]