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Tregagle weer a braave time doin' that, I can 'sure 'e, but theer comed a gert frost wan winter, an' he got water from the brook an' poured it 'pon the truss o' sand, so it froze hard. Then he carried it up Carn Olva; an' then, bein' a free spirit agin, he flew off quicker'n lightning to that lyin' man to tear en to pieces this time.
"Two others!" shouted the man; "it weer they, and I heered 'em laughing and bragging about it as I lay theer in the bottom o' the boat nearly in a swownd, bud I could hear what they said."
"Well, theer's nowt much to say, lad, only that soon as squire knowd who it weer he " "But how did he know who it was?" cried Dick. "Some un towd him." "Yes, but who told?" "Him as fired his goon at him when he see'd him by the light o' the fire poling along in his poont." "And who was that?" "Nay, lad, I'm not going to tell thee.
"Were the nets there, Dave?" asked Dick. "Course they weer. Look, dessay that's them burning now. All my shot too melted down, and my tatoes, and everything I have." "Where was the dog?" "Over at John Warren's. Wasn't well. Nice sort o' neighbour he is to stop away!" "But he couldn't come, Dave," said Tom in remonstrant tones. "The ice wouldn't bear anyone but us boys."
For my mind weer fixed, whatever you might do." "Don't jaw, now! There 's time to stop the mail yet. I can get to Moreton as soon or sooner than that crawling cart if I ride. I won't be fooled like this!"
"Nay, lads, don't spyle a nice bit o' sport by quarrelling," said Dave, sending the boat rapidly homeward. "I wean't laugh at you no more, Mester Dick. I like you for it, lad. It do seem cruel; and sometimes when I weer younger, and a bud looked up at me with its pretty eyes, as much as to say, `don't kill me! I would let it go." "Ah!" ejaculated Dick with a sigh of relief.
In hell ragin', roastin' hell screechin', I lay, like a cat in a bonfire. 'Tis lies they'll tell 'e 'bout her. She weern't drownded never. The devil set sail 'pon auld Chirgwin's hayrick, so they sez, an' her sailed 'long wi' en. But 'theer rings, they was so high that they was dreadful, an' theer rings weer full o' eyes round about. She'm damned, my son called, not chosen.
I want no more'n that," he said. "'Tis Anne Bundle's darter," answered Mrs. Tregenza, her mind on her maid. "The man!" thundered Noy, "the man who brot the thing about the man what ruined O God o' Hosts, be on my side now! Who weer 'e? Give me the name of en. That's all as I wants." "Us doan't knaw.
"We-ell, Mister Tigg, we weer cleer beat at fust; an' didn't know what to do neyther me'r my pertner. But arter takin' a good think over it, I seed a way o' gitting out o' the scrape leestwise 'ithout sech a loss as sellin' the pegs at twenty-five cents the bushel. I seed a chence o' gitting rid o' them at fifty cents." "Arrah, now! in fwhat way, comrade?"
"Ah! those were happy days." "They weer, lad; they weer. Owd poont got dry and cracked, and of no use bud to go on the dreern, and who wanted to go on a dreern as had been used to the mere?" "No one, of course," said Dick, gazing across the fields and meadows where he had once propelled the punt.
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