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It's a queer country, let alone minin', for the hill is full of those natural caves, an' the rivers an' the becks drops into what they call pot-holes, an' come out again miles away." "Wot was you doin' there?" said Ortheris. "I was a young chap then, an' mostly went wi' 'osses, leadin' coal and lead ore; but at th' time I'm tellin' on I was drivin' the waggon-team i' th' big sumph.
"Hey?" said his father, glancing at him from the corners of his eyes "go easy, Barnabas, my lad give it time on what did 'ee say?" "On instinct, father." "Instinct!" repeated John Barty, puffing out a vast cloud of smoke "instinct does all right for 'osses, Barnabas, dogs likewise; but what's nat'ral to 'osses an' dogs aren't nowise nat'ral to us!
"Well, no," said Ephraim slowly, as he searched a bed of young carrots as though he thought Poppy might by chance have got under the feathery leaves. "I won't say there are any of them there kinds exactly, but wild cattle, and 'osses, and sheep; there's plenty 'nough of they about, and they'm 'most so bad." Esther's heart was relieved.
It's a queer country, let alone minin', for the hill is full of those natural caves, an' the rivers an' the becks drops into what they call pot-holes, an' come out again miles away. 'Wot was you doin' there? said Ortheris. 'I was a young chap then, an' mostly went wi' 'osses, leadin' coal and lead ore; but at th' time I'm tellin' on I was drivin' the waggon-team i' th' big sumph.
"Well, well, Master Chuter," said the painter and decorator, rising to go, "let the boy draw pigs and osses for his living. And I wish he may find paint as easy as slate-pencil."
We know th' kind o' ladies as comes a visitin' th' Guv'nor or the Captain 'ere a-nights " "Shut your trap, Ben, an' get to your 'osses, lady or no." "Lady ha, fine doin's fine doin's! Shameless 'ussies " "Close up, Ben, close up mum's the word hereabouts! The Guv'nor's got a quick eye for a fine young woman ah, an' so's you an' me, for that matter!
Luke at that there homnibus; why, darn me " and now, in his eloquence at this peculiar point, my friend became more loud and powerful than ever "why, darn me, if maister harns enough with that there bus to put hiron on them 'osses' feet, I'll be blowed!"
"They're good 'osses," he observed sententiously; "but that's not to say as there isn't good 'osses elsewheres. In regard of not huntin' there's a many seasons, askin' your pardon, atween you and me, and I should be sorry to think as I wasn't goin' huntin', ay, twenty years from now! When is 'em goin' up, sir?" added he, sinking sentiment and coming to business at once.
'Snaffle, said he, as the portly, well-put-on personage waddled up to him; 'Snaffle, said he, 'how many sound 'osses have you? 'None, sir, replied Snaffle confidently. 'How many three-legged 'uns have you that can go, then? 'Oh! a good many, replied Snaffle, raising his hands to tell them off on his fingers.
"John," says I, "it's my belief the lady and gentleman 'ud be insulted," says I, "though they ARE the sweetest unassoomin'est young gentlefolk I ever did see," says I, "if we were to go as tin' them to accept the loan of money from the likes of you and me, John, as is no better, by the side of them, nor old servants, in the manner o' speakin'." "Insulted," says 'e; "not a bit of it, they needn't, Martha," says 'e, "for I knows the ways of the aristocracy," says 'e, "and I knows as there's many a gentleman as owns 'is own 'osses and 'is own 'ounds as isn't afraid to borrer a pound or so from 'is own coachman, or even from 'is own groom not but what to borrer from a groom is lowerin'," says 'e, "in a tempory emergency.
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