. Stories for the household . to the bargain I have stearine candles, train oillamps, and tallow candles ; I may well say that I m enlightened. I thinking being, and so well constructed that its quite delightful. Ihave a good windpipe in my chest, and I have four wings that are placedoutside my head, just beneath my hat; the birds have only two wings,and are obliged to carry them on their backs. I am a Dutchman bybirth, that may be seen by my figure—a flying Dutchman. They areconsidered supernatural beings, I know, and yet I am quite natural. Ihave a gallery round my chest, and house-room
. Stories for the household . to the bargain I have stearine candles, train oillamps, and tallow candles ; I may well say that I m enlightened. I thinking being, and so well constructed that its quite delightful. Ihave a good windpipe in my chest, and I have four wings that are placedoutside my head, just beneath my hat; the birds have only two wings,and are obliged to carry them on their backs. I am a Dutchman bybirth, that may be seen by my figure—a flying Dutchman. They areconsidered supernatural beings, I know, and yet I am quite natural. Ihave a gallery round my chest, and house-room beneath it; thats wheremy thoughts dwell. My strongest thought, who rules and reigns, iscalled by the others the man in the mill. He knows what he wants,and is lord over the meal and the bran; but he has his companion too,and she calls herself Mother. She is the very heart of me. She doesnot run about stupidly and awkwardly, for she knows what she wants,she knows what she can do, shes as soft as a zephyr and as strong as a. EXAMIMJfG THE MILL. storm ; she knows how to begin a thing carefully, and to have her ownway. She is my soft temper, and the father is my hard they aretwo, and yet one ; they each call the other : My half. These two havegome little boys, young thoughts, that can grow. The little ones keepeverything in order. When, lately, in my wisdom, I let the father andthe boys examine my throat and the hole in my chest, to see what wasgoing on there—for something in me was out of order, and its well toexamine ones self—the little ones made a tremendous noise. The-ouugest jumped up into my hat, and shouted so there that it tickledme. The little thoughts may crow ; I know that very well; and out inthe world thoughts come too. and not only of my kind, for as far as Ican see I cannot discern any thing like myself; but the wingless houses, throats make no noise, have thoughts too, and these come to mvthoughts, and make love to them, as it is called. Its won
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