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Especially had he won the confidence of a certain 'owd Matt, a shepherd from a farm high on Mardale Moor; and the tales 'owd Matt' had told him of mysterious hares coursed at night by angry farmers enraged by the 'bedivilment' of their stock, shot at with silver slugs, and identified next morning with some dreaded hag or other lying groaning and wounded in her bed of calves' hearts burnt at midnight with awful ceremonies, while the baffled witch outside flung herself in rage and agony against the close-barred doors and windows of spells and wise men these things had sent chills of pleasing horror through the boy's frame.
After the first glance, however, the farmers paid him little heed, clustering round the publican at the farther end of the room to hear the latest story of Owd Bob. It appeared that a week previously, James Moore with a pack of sheep had met the new Grammoch-town butcher at the Dalesmen's Daughter. A bargain concluded, the butcher started with the flock for home.
You've spun a yarn as long as all the posts and rails round my seven acres, and I dunna see as you've yet hedged in so much as th' owd wise men o' Gotham did, and that's a cuckoo. I've heard just one sensible word, and that was to recommend a cast-iron pulpit, in preference to a wooden 'un.
"Have you got the young gray in the new cart outside?" "T' owd gray was shot twelve months since," the man replied. "Broke his leg comin' down Hartop Bank. New car was sold off, done, two or t'ree years ago." "That's bad news. Anyway, you're the same." "A bit stiffer in the joints, and maybe a bit sourer," was the answer. Then the man's wrinkled face relaxed. "I'm main glad to see thee, Mr.
She saw no more of him till the carrier brought home to her, on the Sunday morning, a starved and pallid object 'gone clean silly, an hutched thegither like an owd man o' seventy he bein fifty-six by his reet years. With woe and terror she helped him to his bed, and in that bed he stayed for more than a year, while everything went from them school and savings, and all the joys of life.
'Tread t' owd devil under fooit, says we; 'think on t' blooid o' t' Lamb that weshes us thro' all sin. An' t' penitents would holla out: 'I can't, I can't: he's ower strang for me; I'm baan to smoor i' hell fires. But t' local were stranger nor t' devil for all that, an' first one an' then another on 'em would shout out: 'I'm saved; I've fun' Him, I've fun' the Lord! Then they'd git up an' walk out o' t' room that weak you could hae knocked 'em down wi' a feather.
When they had finished their tea, and Dick, from the sweetstuff counter, had crammed into already burdened pockets two half-pound packets of chocolate, the girl led them to the further gate of her father's paddock, whence she indicated the highest point of the ridge over which "T' owd Drovers' Track" threaded its way. "Howd eyes on t' lofty knob of 'un," she said, "and thou'lt not stray."
I thank 'ee kind, I do and you, miss." "Ah'll thank 'ee, owd hoss, to pass no word agen Ned Blossom. My friend 'e be." Then, to the vast surprise of Bandy-legs, Dick pushed a half-crown into his hand, and added, pleasantly as you please: "Give nags feed an' rub down. And, when Ned comes rolling along to trot 'em home, tell 'im Sam Bunce won't forget Town Moor and Challacombe's Leger."
"Well, 'twas a kind o' notion he seemed to have, and o' course, though it's ill blamin' the absent" here he uttered a queer little laugh "when all's said and done he hasn't acted so very well. Any chap wi' a heart in's breast 'ud ha' took thought for his own mother, and 'ud ha' seen as she was kept comfortable an' happy in her owd age, and not forced to shift to a strange place."
I scarce ever talk i' th' owd fashion now, wi'out 'tis a twothree words now an' then to please mother. Pull up, sir. Will ye pour out the tea, mother? All's ready now." "Nay, fetch me a pot of the wimberry jam," said Mrs. Rigby. "Theer's jest two of 'em left.
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