and make it jump out o' the ground, that's a fact, they
were such fine-spun glass ones), it made her so mad, it
gave her fresh strength; and makin' two or three onnateral
efforts, she got clear back to the path, and sprung right
up on eend, as wicked as a she-bear with a sore head.
But when she got upright agin, she then see'd what a
beautiful frizzle of a fix she was in. She couldn't hope
to climb far; and, indeed, she didn't ambition to; she'd
had enough of that, for one spell. But climbin' up was
nothin', compared to goin' down hill without her staff;
so what to do, she didn't know.

"At last, a thought struck her. She intarmined to make
that man help her, in spite of him. So she sprung forward
for a space, like a painter, for life or death, and caught
right hold of his cloak. 'Help--help me!' said she, 'or
I shall go for it, that's sartain. Here's my puss, my
rings, my watch, and all I have got; but oh, help me!
for the love of God, help me, or my flint is fixed for
good and all.'

"With that, the man turned round, and took one glance at
her, as if he kinder relented, and then, all at once,
wheeled back again, as amazed as if he was jist born,
gave an awful yell, and started off as fast as he could
clip, though that warn't very tall runnin' nother,
considerin' the ground. But she warn't to be shook off
that way. She held fast to his cloak, like a burr to a
sheep's tail, and raced arter him, screamin' and screechin'
like mad; and the more she cried, the louder he yelled,