… manned by the queerest old carles, who by way of salute as the boat touched our side, shuffled off their Faroish caps in a very undignified manner.
And a fair carpet, woven of home-spun wool, / But tinctured daintily with florid hues, / For seemliness and warmth, on festive days, / Covered the smooth blue slabs of mountain stone / With which the parlour-floor, in simplest guise / Of pastoral home-steads, had been long inlaid.
If I could a lugged back the oss, that mought a bin wuth zumat.
Rearing back its awesome spined and crested head, the icedrake roared — in challenge, maybe, or in scorn of the little scraps of humankind who cowered beneath the shadow of its wings […]
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