He refused to wake.

Then Martin had a bright idea, and groping his way to the bucket of cold water standing beside the fire-place, he managed to raise it up in his arms, and poured it over the sleeper.
The snoring changed to a series of loud choking snorts, then ceased.
Martin, well pleased at the success of his experiment, was about to return to his bed when old Jacob struggled up to a sitting posture.
"Hullo, wake up, little boy!" he shouted.

"My bed's all full o' water--goodness knows where it comes from." "I poured it over you to wake you up.

Don't you know you were making a noise with your nose ?" cried Martin at the top of his voice.
"You--you--you throwed it over me! You--O you most wicked little villain you! You throwed it over me, did you!" and here he poured out such a torrent of abusive words that Martin was horrified and cried out, "O what a naughty, wicked, bad old man you are!" It was too dark for old Jacob to see him, but he knew his way about the room, and taking up the wet rug that served him for covering he groped his way to Martin's bed and began pounding it with the rug, thinking the naughty little boy was there.
"You little rascal you--I hope you like that!--and that!--and that!" he shouted, pounding away.

"I'll learn you to throw water over your poor old dad! And such a--a affectionate father as I've been too, giving him sich nice wittels--and--and singing and dancing to him to teach him music.