r it seemed to know
ivvery step o' th' rooad, an' it seem'd a deeal moor like th' cauf
takkin Dawdles nor him takkin th' cauf. He couldn't help but think 'at
it had a deeal moor strength nor sense; but altho' he tried to pity it
'coss it hadn't had th' orderation ov it's own heead, he couldn't help
blamin it for bein soa detarmined to have th' orderation o' th' way
they'd to goa. When they'd getten to th' Bull's Heead he wor ommost
finished, an' he thowt as he'd getten soa weet aghtside he'd better get
a drop in, an' as he made towards th' door th' cauf went an' backed into
th' passage, an' wodn't let him enter a yard. He tried his best to get
it to stir, but all to noa use. Wol he wor tewin with it th' landlord
wor scalin th' foir i' th' kitchen, an' he thowt he heard sumdy makkin a
noise, an' he went to see; an' when he saw Dawdles tryin to pool th'
cauf aght o' th' passage he thowt he'd help him, soa he gave it a prod
behind wi' th' foir point, an' it flew aght o' th' door as if it had
been shot aght ov a cannon, an' its heead happenin to leet i' th' middle
o' Dawdles' wayscoit, he tummeld a backard summerset, an' ligged him
daan i' th' middle o' th' rooad, an' th' cauf laup'd ovver th' wall o'
t'other side an' gallop'd away, whiskin its tail abaat as if it wanted
to cast it. Th' landlord went to see Dawdles. 'What's ta dooin thear?'
he sed. 'Aw'm waitin' wol sumdy comes to help me up,' he sed. Soa th'
landlord helpt him up, an' then sed: 'Come inside an' sit thi daan a
bit.' 'Nay, lad, aw've been i' th' Bull's Heead monny a time, but tha's
ommust sent th' bull's heead into me to-day. Ther's lots o' young caufs
come to yor haase beside yond o' mine, an' yo've a deeal o' bother wi'
'em sometimes aw know, but if yo'll just tickle up wi' th' red wut foir
point aw'll bet yo'll get shut on 'em in as little time as yo did that
o' mine. All aw wish is 'at tha wor th' cauf an' me th' landlord for
five minutes.'

'Well, tha has dropt in for it pretty rough, an' aw think tha's getten
aboon thi share, tha mun see if tha cannot give a trifle to Michael.'

Dawdles wodn't answer him, but set off to catch his white bull cauf, an'
after chasin it raand for a whole clock haar he gate hold o' th' rooap
another time, an' they made another start for hooam. It went varry
quietly on nah, an' th' owd chap thowt it ud be a gooid idea, as he wor
soa tired, an' as ther wor nobody abaat, to get astride on it an' have a
ride. Th' thowt had har