was now close at hand, still went on.
"Hush! scush! scurry!
There you go in a hurry!
Gobble! gobble! gobblin'!
There you go a wobblin';
Hobble, hobble, hobblin'!
Cobble! cobble! cobblin'!
Hob-bob-goblin--Huuuuuh!"
"There!" said the boy, as he stood still opposite them. "There! that'll
do for them. They can't bear singing, and they can't stand that song.
They can't sing themselves, for they have no more voice than a crow;
and
they don't like other people to sing."
The boy was dressed in a miner's dress, with a curious cap on his head.
He was a very nice-looking boy, with eyes as dark as the mines in
which
he worked, and as sparkling as the crystals in their rocks. He was about
twelve years old. His face was almost too pale for beauty, which came
of
his being so little in the open air and the sunlight--for even
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