Thomas Cooper, Wise Saws and Modern Instances…
“ In the course of a very few minutes, however, Zed was again unable, from sheer weariness, to proceed, and, although he changed his implement again for the spade, yet his back ached too violently for him to go on with his gold-finding, so he sat down once more to rest, and wiped the streaming perspiration from his aged face with a hand that trembled, as indeed he trembled all over, like an aspen leaf."Mercy on us!" cried Phil, "how you puff and blow, Zed! Do you begin to feel ill with your hard work?" ”
