dly entered his heead befoor it wor put into
practice, but if you could ha seen that cauf yo'd ha been fit to split.
It stood stock still for abaat a minit, an' then it started off, gently
at furst, but it kept gettin faster an' faster, wol at last it gate into
a two up an' two daan gallop, an' Dawdles began to find aght 'at altho'
veal wor a nice tender soft sooart o' mait when it wor deead, it grew on
varry hard booans when it wor wick, an' he wor twice as anxious to get
off an' walk as he had been to get up to ride. He managed to twist th'
rooap raand its heead an' he pooled for his life, but it didn't mak a
bit o' difference. 'Wo up! connot ta?' he sed, 'tha'rt as heeadstrong as
tha'rt strong i'th' heead. If ivver aw have th' orderation o' thee agean
aw'll bet aw tak some o' that nowtiness aght on thee.' He'd hardly
getten th' words aght ov his maath when, as they wor passin some
pighoils 'at stood o' th' roadside, th' cauf made a dash at th' door o'
one 'at wor nobbut just heigh enuff for it get in at, brast it oppen,
gooin in an' strippin off Dawdles, left him sittin i' th' middle o' th'
rooad, wonderin who'd hit him wi a looad o' bricks. Trubbles nivver come
singly, an' to mak matters war aght rushed a lot o' pigs 'at rolled him
ovver an' ovver wol he couldn't tell when he put up his hand whether it
wor on his heead or his hat. Th' furst thing 'at browt him to his senses
wor sumdy shakkin him an' shaatin aght, 'What business has ta to let out
my pigs? Aw'll ha thi lock'd up!' 'Maister! maister! do let me spaik!
Aw've had nowt to do wi' th' orderation o' this mullock, an' if ther's
owt lost aw'll pay for it. Hah mony wor ther? Ther's my bull cauf i' th'
pighoil an' if yo'll tak care on it for a bit aw'll goa an' see if aw
can find th' pigs.'
Th' chap, thowt that wor fair enuff, soa he let him goa, tellin him ther
wor six on 'em, an' he must find' em all. Owd Dawdles had nivver had
sich a job in his life, it tuk him aboon an haar, an' when he coom back
it wor droppin dark.
'Well, has ta fun 'em?'
'Eea, they're all here.'
'Why, whear did ta find 'em?'
'Aw fan one together, an' two bi thersen, an' three amang one o'
Amos's.'
'Well, that's all reight, tak thi cauf an' be off hooam. It luks a varry
nice en; it's just such a one as aw wor intendin to buy.'
'Yo can have this at yor own price, or aw'll trade wi' yo.'
'Nay, it luks too quiet for my brass, aw'd rayther ha one 'at's a' bit
life in it.'
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