But the sparrow crept under the tilt of the cart, and pecked at the bung of one of the casks
till she loosened it; and than all the wine ran out, without the carter seeing it.
As long as you keep up your end, I'll sail with you to the Pit 'n' back an' watch you sweatin' the casks
'n' chests out of the sand.
They composed one of the boats' crews, and their task was to ply between the schooner and the shore, carrying a single cask
I found, besides these chests, a little cask
full of liquor, of about twenty gallons, which I got into my boat with much difficulty.
Why did not each ancient dairyman take his own teacup of milk and his own cask
of water, and mix them, without making a government matter of it?
Others, men and women, dipped in the puddles with little mugs of mutilated earthenware, or even with handkerchiefs from women's heads, which were squeezed dry into infants' mouths; others made small mud- embankments, to stem the wine as it ran; others, directed by lookers-on up at high windows, darted here and there, to cut off little streams of wine that started away in new directions; others devoted themselves to the sodden and lee-dyed pieces of the cask
, licking, and even champing the moister wine-rotted fragments with eager relish.
The owner said the cask
was clean, and that nothing had been added to the wine from which it could have got a flavour of either iron or leather.
A lashed boat, a spare spar, a cask
or what not secured about the decks, is "cast adrift" when it is untied.
Clopin Trouillefou, with a very serious air and in a low voice, was regulating the distribution of an enormous cask
of arms, which stood wide open in front of him and from whence poured out in profusion, axes, swords, bassinets, coats of mail, broadswords, lance-heads, arrows, and viretons,* like apples and grapes from a horn of plenty.
Behind the sleeper stands an old cask
, which serves for a table.
And the Fir Tree was stuck upright in a cask
that was filled with sand; but no one could see that it was a cask
, for green cloth was hung all round it, and it stood on a large gaily-colored carpet.
Should I not have to be a cask
of memory, if I also wanted to have my reasons with me?