Excerpt from The Wooing of Sheila John Power sat in comfort, smoking a long Clay pipe. By him stood a two-handled silver tankard Of ale. On the cold hearthstone lay three great hounds, each in his loop. The heat of the summer day was over, but still the air streamed in warm and scented through the open hall door. From where he sat Power could see a long stretch of new-shaven meadow backed by ascending woods in darkening summer green. He could hear, too, the wheels of the last load of hay retreating homewards to the haggart. All day his men had laboured and he had urged them on, betaking himself at intervals to his cool hall and his pipe and tankard. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.