Tom Heron of Sax

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Tap, tap, tap, went the young blacksmith's hammer, driving the long nails with faultless precision into the hind foot of the nag which he was holding between his knees. He glanced up sideways at his questioner, and said, Even, Luke. Thee canst wait till I've done, if thee hast anything to say. Whoa, lad! Steady; so, boy, so!'