We had barely reached it when he joined us himself, carrying a small vessel of water, a pickaxe
, and a little bag containing plaster.
Which sentiment I shall thus give to the English reader: "You provide the noblest materials for building, when a pickaxe
and a spade are only necessary: and build houses of five hundred by a hundred feet, forgetting that of six by two."
Upon a sign from Captain Nemo one of the men advanced; and at some feet from the cross he began to dig a hole with a pickaxe
that he took from his belt.
Leave me a small supply of biscuit, a gun, powder, and balls, to kill the kids or defend myself at need, and a pickaxe
, that I may build a shelter if you delay in coming back for me."
But I know all about both; and so far as I am concerned, there isn't money enough in the universe to hire me to swing a pickaxe
thirty days, but I will do the hardest kind of intellectual work for just as near nothing as you can cipher it down -- and I will be satisfied, too.
They think they're slaves you know, and don't understand their pay, but they get it every week and same as all the other labourers - and oh, Aunt Ernie, you should see the King work with a pickaxe
! He is fat and so clumsy and so furiously angry, but he's too scared of Trent to do anything but obey orders, and there he works hour after hour, groaning, and the perspiration rolls off him as though he were in a Turkish bath.
"I wish we were at the first stroke of the pickaxe
," said the president.
The tradesman leaves his counter, and the car-man his waggon; the butcher throws down his tray; the baker his basket; the milkman his pail; the errand-boy his parcels; the school-boy his marbles; the paviour his pickaxe
; the child his battledore.
, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow or basket; so I desisted from my work, and began to consider how to supply that want, and make me some tools.
I scratched around amongst the old tools, and got a pickaxe
and give it to him, and he took it and went to work, and never said a word.
The doctor and the commandant looked everywhere about them; Gondrin's soldier's coat lay there beside a heap of black mud, and his wheelbarrow, spade, and pickaxe
were visible, but there was no sign of the man himself along the various pebbly watercourses, for the wayward mountain streams had hollowed out channels that were almost overgrown with low bushes.
"The Yellow Room, the Bete Du Bon Dieu, Mother Angenoux, the Devil, Sainte-Genevieve, Daddy Jacques,--here is a well entangled crime which the stroke of a pickaxe
in the wall may disentangle for us to-morrow.