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Updated: June 11, 2025
Wouldn't you like a bed with a blanket to it? Bill. Well, yes if it was guv to me. But I don't go in for knocking of yourself about, to sleep warm. Mat. Well, look here, Bill. It's all Susan and I can do to pay for our room, and get a bit of bread and a cup of tea. It ain't enough. If you were to earn a few pence now Bill. Oh golly! I never thought o' that. What a hass I wur, to be sure!
Once more she turned towards the old woman, and said: 'Aw shouldn't ha' caared so mich, Gronny, if he'd deed as yor lad deed i' his own bed, an' wi' a fayver; bud he wur crushed wi' a lump o' coile! Poor little lad! Luk yo' here! and the mother bared the body and showed the discoloured parts. 'Did ta' ever see a child dee o' fayver, lass? 'Not as aw know on.
Although jest one minnit afore, I wur putty nigh skeart out o' my seven senses, that sight made me larf till I wur like to bring on a colic. "Thur wur the bar wi' his head right a-through the blanket. One minnit, he 'ud rear up on his hind-feet, an' then the thing hung roun' him like a Mexikin greaser.
Th' las' named was a prominent leader in society, a crack shot an' a gintleman iv th' ol' school without fear an' without reproach. His son succeeds to his lunch car. Th' others don't count." "'Twas a gr-reat day f'r Kentucky, Hinnissy, an' it puts th' gran' ol' state two or three notches ahead iv anny sim'lar community in th' wur- ruld. Talk about th' Boer war an' th' campaign in th' Ph'lippeens!
And she rushed out avore us on the landing and began hammering with her hands against a bedroom door and it wur locked. We smashed 'en in wi' our rifle-butts, and God's mercy! we found a poor woman there, her mother seemingly, with her breast all bloody an' her clothes torn. I could'n mak' out what 'er wur saying but Capt'n 'e told us as the Germans 'ad ravished her.
"I did not see it well; it might have been a stray animal." "I seed it, Cap'n," said Lincoln, closing up; "it wur a mustang." "Mounted, think you?" "I ain't confident; I only seed its hips. We were a-gwine too fast to get a good sight on the critter; but it wur a mustang I seed that cl'ar as daylight." I sat for a moment, hesitating.
I was a-lookin' over the graves to see if I could find a nice comfortable place for my pore gal, an' all at once I heered a kind o' sobbin' as would a' made me die o' fright if it 'adn't a' bin broad daylight, an' then I see a gal a-layin' flat on a grave an' cryin', an' when I got up to her I seed as she wur covered with mud, an' I seed as she wur a-starvin'.
The white fingers passed in a slow, pitiful way over the dead, worn face. There was a heavy shadow in the quiet eyes. "Did hur know where they'll bury Hugh?" said Deborah in a shrill tone, catching her arm. This had been the question hanging on her lips all day. "In t' town-yard? Under t' mud and ash? T' lad'll smother, woman! He wur born in t' lane moor, where t' air is frick and strong.
"You are getting over your fear," he said. "It wasna fear, mester," was the answer he received; "or at least it wasna fear for mysen'." "What is your name?" "Seth Ray nor, mester. Him an' me," with a gesture toward the bed, "comn from th' same place. Th' cholera couldna fear me fro' him nor nowt else if he wur i' need."
I knows I drinks, and what else be I to do? I can't work allus." "But what are you going to say in your defence do you say she provoked you or anything?" asked the Clerk. "No, I don't know as she provoked I. I wur provoked, though, I wur. I don't bear no malice agen she. I ain't a got nothin' more for to say."
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