I have often been awakened at the dawn of day by the most heart-rending shrieks of an own aunt of mine, whom he used to tie up to a joist, and whip upon her naked back till she was literally covered with blood.
After crossing her hands, he tied them with a strong rope, and led her to a stool under a large hook in the joist, put in for the purpose.
To all the woodwork round the prison-doors they did the like, leaving not a joist
or beam untouched.
The vagabonds recovered their courage; soon the heavy joist
, raised like a feather by two hundred vigorous arms, was flung with fury against the great door which they had tried to batter down.
You dig a square in the steep base of the mountain, and set up two uprights and top them with two joists
. Then you stretch a great sheet of "cotton domestic" from the point where the joists
join the hill- side down over the joists
to the ground; this makes the roof and the front of the mansion; the sides and back are the dirt walls your digging has left.
The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists
for building houses.
They slipped through the buttresses, the rafters, the joists
; they ran from beam to beam as they might have run from tree to tree in a forest.
The attic was also unfinished--the family had been figuring that in case of an emergency they could rent this attic, but they found that there was not even a floor, nothing but joists
, and beneath them the lath and plaster of the ceiling below.
Of fifty large sausages, suspended from the joists
, scarcely ten remained.
The good work being thus commenced, Peter beat down all before him, smiting and hewing at the joists
and timbers, unclinching spike-nails, ripping and tearing away boards, with a tremendous racket, from morning till night.
"I lay down on my back, and, naturally, just before I dropped off, my eyes traveled to the roof above me, and then I saw that the main beam which bore the weight of the joists
was being slightly shaken from east to west.
High up in the steeple, where the belfry is, and iron rails are ragged with rust, and sheets of lead and copper, shrivelled by the changing weather, crackle and heave beneath the unaccustomed tread; and birds stuff shabby nests into corners of old oaken joists
and beams; and dust grows old and grey; and speckled spiders, indolent and fat with long security, swing idly to and fro in the vibration of the bells, and never loose their hold upon their thread-spun castles in the air, or climb up sailor-like in quick alarm, or drop upon the ground and ply a score of nimble legs to save one life!