And did it come true, sayst thou? My word! but it did, sure as death! He worked here and he worked there, and turned his hand to this and to that, but it always went agee, and 't was all Yallery Brown's doing. And the children died, and the crops rotted—the beasts never fatted, and nothing ever did well with him; and till he was dead and buried, and m'appen even afterwards, there was no end to Yallery Brown's spite at him; day in and day out he used to hear him saying—

"Work as thou wilt

Thou 'lt never do well;

Work as thou mayst

Thou 'lt never gain grist;

For harm and mischance and Yallery Brown

Thou 'st let out thyself from under the stone."


Three Feathers