saw a great blazing fire in the wide fireplace, and three big pots hanging on the crane over it; and his mamma, Leah, Jane, and Aunt Jinny, making sausages; and John Bigbee, the colored boy, with a wooden mortar between his knees, and an iron-pestle in his hand, pounding, thump, thump, thump, in the mortar.
Little David ran to John, and asked, "What's in there?" but did not wait for an answer. He drew in his breath as hard as he could, and blew into the mortar with all his might.
A cloud of fine black pepper flew up into his mouth, nose, and eyes. How he did sneeze and strangle and cry!
Leah ran for a basin of cold water. His mamma got a soft linen cloth, and washed away all the pepper and most of the pain.
When he stopped crying, she said, "Little David, don't meddle."
THE ANVIL CHORUS
Clink, clink, clinkerty clink!
That is the tune at morning's blink;
And we hammer away till the busy day,
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