o'twilter's

Updated: May 25, 2025

The hand of man had left no mark there, except the grass-grown pack-horse road. There was no sound nor sign of life immediately around me. The wind was cold, and daylight was dying down. It was getting too near dark to go by the moor tops, so I made off towards a cottage in the next clough, where an old quarry-man lived, called "Jone o'Twilter's." The pack-horse road led by the place.

Edwin Waugh - Th' Barrel Organ