It was the hut of a very old man, of a very poor man-of old Jehan DAAS, who in his time had been a soldier, and who remembered the wars that had trampled the country as oxen tread down the furrows, and who had brought from his service nothing except a wound, which had made him a cripple.
"A Dog of Flanders"
Louisa de la Rame)
The upshot of that day was, that old Jehan DAAS, with much laborious effort, drew the sufferer homeward to his own little hut, which was a stone's throw off amidst the fields, and there tended him with so much care that the sickness, which had been a brain seizure, brought on by heat and thirst and exhaustion, with time and shade and rest passed away, and health and strength returned, and Patrasche staggered up again upon his four stout, tawny legs.
"A Dog of Flanders"
Louisa de la Rame)
Jehan DAAS resisted long, for the old man was one of those who thought it a foul shame to bind dogs to labor for which Nature never formed them.
"A Dog of Flanders"
Louisa de la Rame)