Reading old literature isn’t for the faint of heart (who all has
dug into bookish treasures of auld?). I only had time to read one Robin Hood,
by Howard Pyle, but I did like it! Here is a quote from it:
At this a great roar went up, those of the yeomen who sat upon the grass rolling over and over and shouting with laughter, for never before had they seen their master so miss his mark; but Robin flung his bow upon the ground with vexation. “Now, out upon it!” cried he. “That shaft had an ill feather to it, for I felt it as it left my fingers. Give me a clean arrow, and I will engage to split the wand with it.”
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