Cobwebs from an Empty Skull eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about Cobwebs from an Empty Skull.

Cobwebs from an Empty Skull eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about Cobwebs from an Empty Skull.

Now, iron is very hard; it requires more rubbing than any other metal.  I once chafed a Genie out of an anvil, but I was quite weary before I got him all out; the slightest irritation of a leaden water-pipe would have fetched the same Genie out of it like a rat from his hole.  But having planted all his poultry, sown his potatoes, and set out his wheat, Heinrich had the whole summer before him, and he was patient; he devoted all his time to compelling the attendance of the Supernatural.

When the autumn came, the good wife reaped the chickens, dug out the apples, plucked the pigs and other cereals; and a wonderfully abundant harvest it was.  Schneider’s crops had flourished amazingly.  That was because he did not worry them all summer with agricultural implements.  One evening when the produce had been stored, Heinrich sat at his fireside operating upon his candle-snuffer with the same simple faith as in the early spring.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and the expected Genie put in an appearance.  His advent begot no little surprise in the good couple.

He was a very substantial incarnation, indeed, of the Supernatural.  About eight feet in length, extremely fat, thick-limbed, ill-favoured, heavy of movement, and generally unpretty, he did not at first sight impress his new master any too favourably.

However, he was given a stool at the fireside, and Heinrich plied him with a multitude of questions:  Where did he come from? whom had he last served? how did he like Aladdin? and did he think they should get on well?  To all these queries the Genie returned evasive answers; he was Delphic to the verge of unintelligibility.  He would only nod mysteriously, muttering beneath his breath in some unknown tongue, probably Arabic—­in which, however, his master thought he could distinguish the words “roast” and “boiled” with significant frequency.  This Genie must have served last in the capacity of cook.

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This was a gratifying discovery:  for the next four months or so there would be nothing to do about the farm; the Slave could prepare the family meals during the winter, and in the spring go regularly to work.  Schneider was too shrewd to risk everything by extravagant demands all at once.  He remembered the roc’s egg of the legend, and thought he would proceed with caution.  So the good couple brought out their cooking utensils, and by pantomime inducted the Slave into the mystery of their use.  They showed him the larder, the cellars, the granary, the chicken-coops, and everything.  He appeared interested and intelligent, apprehended the salient points of the situation with marvellous ease, and nodded like he would drop his big head off—­did everything but talk.

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