deep-sea fishing
The hands were defended by Gauntlets, these were sometimes of chain mail, but oftener of small plates of iron rivetted together, in imitation of the lobster's tail, so as to yield every motion of the hand, some gauntlets inclosed the whole hand, as in a box or case, others were divided into fingers, each finger consisting of eight or ten separate pieces, the inside gloved with buff leather, some of these reached no higher than the wrist, others to the elbow; the latter were stiled long armed gauntlets: many of them are to be seen in the Tower; for a representation of one of them, see plate 26, fig 6.
But it's ever so much longer, and we're so late, grumbled Duncan. Who cares? cried Elsie, stolidly. I'm a girl and I'm not going to climb up the hill in this heat. Duncan stared again. He had never heard Elsie complain of the hill before. Usually they scampered up it, and rolled down the steepest side—not, truly, when there was milk to carry, but at other times. And now Elsie was walking along in a languid, mincing fashion, as if she had no more fun in her than Robbie himself, and had never scampered bare-foot over the moor six days out of every week, no matter what the weather might be. There's Robbie at the garden gate beckoning us. I expect mother's very angry, cried Duncan, despairingly. Who cares? let him beckon, Elsie replied, with the most provoking indifference. Run on by yourself if you're afraid.
But it's ever so much longer, and we're so late,
Who cares?
I'm a girl and I'm not going to climb up the hill in this heat.
There's Robbie at the garden gate beckoning us. I expect mother's very angry,
Who cares? let him beckon,
Run on by yourself if you're afraid.
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