The clearance was effected at last; the Stryver arrears were handsomely fetched up; everything was got rid of until November should come with its fogs atmospheric, and fogs legal, and bring
grist to the mill again.
He was moving swiftly back and forth among the debris of his furniture, now and then staving chance fragments of it across the room with his foot; grinding a constant
grist of curses through his set teeth; and halting every little while to deposit another handful of his hair on the pile which he had been building of it on the table.
These, with Concord River, are my water privileges; and night and day, year in year out, they grind such
grist as I carry to them.
The hermit, after a long grace, which had once been Latin, but of which original language few traces remained, excepting here and there the long rolling termination of some word or phrase, set example to his guest, by modestly putting into a very large mouth, furnished with teeth which might have ranked with those of a boar both in sharpness and whiteness, some three or four dried pease, a miserable
grist as it seemed for so large and able a mill.
"Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat, some blood, and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of
grist to the mill."
Surely the time was gone forever when the broad river could bring up unwelcome ships; Russia was only the place where the linseed came from,--the more the better,--making
grist for the great vertical millstones with their scythe-like arms, roaring and grinding and carefully sweeping as if an informing soul were in them.
Meantime the fools bring
grist to my mill, so let them live out their day, and the longer it is, the better.'
And he whittled with such industry and hearty good will, that but for his being called away very soon, it must have disappeared bodily, and left nothing in its place but
grist and shavings.
You know what a
grist of years it took you to come here from the earth - and yet you were booming along faster than any cannon-ball could go.
Mr
Grist praised the skiff movement for bringing coastal communities together again.
The
Grist editor, senior lecturer in creative writing Dr Simon Crump, himself an accomplished writer, is no stranger to protest and was on the front line when campaigners in Sheffield protested against the felling of thousands of street trees throughout the city.
Serial road menace Jason Young - who already had four previous convictions for dangerous driving - ploughed into Mr
Grist in North Shields while driving at 63mph in a 30mph zone.