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"Why, we fellers out in Texas as never traveled don't know nuthin', so ter speak; nuthin' 'bout the world outside, I mean. We useter think Texas wur almighty big. Tain't nuthin'." Then after a pause he spoke again, and his next question was: "What did yo' call them ships thet ther old fellers sailed?" "They had many names. There were Galleys, Biremes, Triremes.
'It was the sudden feel o' your hand on my shoulder that done it. It seemed to burn me like, and then it made my blood seem scaldin' hot. If I'd only 'a' seed you come through the door I shouldn't have had the fit. The doctor told me the fits wur all gone now, and I feel sure as this is the last on 'em. You must go to Knockers' Llyn with me to-morrow mornin' early.
They can't see us no more than we can them; anyhow, till it come mornin'. If we could hear the sound again so as to make out the direction. I didn't notice that." "I did," interrupted William. "Both the voices I heard were out this way." The boy pointed to leeward. "To leuart, you think they wur?" "I'm sure they came from that quarter." "That be curious, hows'ever," said the sailor.
I sed that wur very good accommodashun to hev XXX laid on vor use. We soon druv into the beggest pleace I wur ever in since I wur born'd. Thay sed 'twer Paddington, an' that I wur to get out, vor they wurn't a-gwain to drive no furder. I hed paid to go to Lunnon, an' thay shood drive all the way when thay wur paid avoor'and.
G. Why didn't you speak to her? Th. Aw co'd. Col. G. And she didn't answer? Th. Aw didn't co' leawd. Aw're not willin' to have ony mak ov a din. Col. G. But you followed her surely? Th. Aw did; but aw're noan so good at walkin' as aw wur when aw coom; th' stwons ha' blistered mo fet. An it're the edge o' dark like.
Her brother, as I said, wur smart, and he and his wife got round the old man in some way and sot him against Jenette, and got everything he had. He wuz childish, the old man wuz; used to try to put his pantaloons on over his head, and get his feet into his coat sleeves, etc., etc.
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 on t'lane moor, where t'air is frick and strong.
"Oh, thank God, thank God," cried her heart, "and he is coming early in the morning too!" "Well, mother," said Tom when he reached home, "I have made it up with Alice Lister." "Tha' never ses!" and Mrs. Pollard's voice was very caressing. "That's one for Polly Powell, anyhow. She wur never thy sort, Tom a lass wi' a mother like that can never be ony good."
But it never should have been done, lad; it wer'n't becoming like." "Thou art reet, Mary, it wer'n't the thing to do; for in getting rid o' the things nowt wur left to bring tender memories back to 'em o' him, and so, having no common sorrow, their hearts grew narrow as wur to be expected and they began to misunderstand each other and drift apart.
What would my mother say if she knew I wur off tomorrow morning!" A lad with a pale, refined face, standing by his side, had a glass in his hand ready to lift to his lips. "Ay, and what would my mother say!" he said. "I know she would be praying for me." At this some one uttered a coarse oath, but the lad threw the drink from him and left the canteen.
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