And the Sawyer had vowed that, come what would, his mill should work with the self-same wheel which he with younger hands had wrought.

Now this wheel (to prevent any warp, and save the dry timber from the sun) was laid in a little shady cut, where water trickled under it.

And here I had taken up my abode to watch my monster nugget.
I had pulled my shoes and stockings off, and was paddling in the runnel, sheltered by the deep rim of the wheel, and enjoying the water.

Little fish darted by me, and lovely spotted lizards played about, and I was almost beginning even to forget my rock of gold.

In self-defense it is right to say that for the gold, on my own account, I cared as much as I might have done for a fig worm-eaten.