[North Wilts: Clyffe Pypard.]
'Tes allus a caddlin' zart of a job takin' they fat beasties to
Swinnun Market, but dall'd if ever I had such a doin' wi'em afore as
'twer isterday. 'Twer thuck thur white-veaced un as Measter bought
off a ole Collins laas' yer as done it. I'd a nauticed as he wur a
pankin' tur'ble as we was a gwain up the hill, an' as zoon as iver he
got vorright the Red Lion he 'oudden go no furder,--an' thur a wur
led down in the middle o' the strit. Thur yun't nothen as I likes
wusser'n that, bless 'ee! Thur be such a sight o' 'oondermentin'
chaps a gaapsin' about thur allus, a body caan't bide quiet nohow fur
their maggots. And then if 'ee ses arra word to 'em they puts 'ee
in the _Noos_, an' that's wussern' aal on't! Thuck girt gaapus Bill
Wilkins come up, an' a begun a laafin' at I, an' a axed wur I'd a
slep on the rwoad laas' night.--Dall'd if I hadden a mine to ha' gien
he what-for thur-right, if't hadden a bin fur the narration as they'd
a made on't. A wur allus a terrible voolhardy zart of a chap, an' I
niver coudden away wi' a lot o' that 'oondermentin'. Simmin to I I'd
zooner walk ten mile roun' than hae to stan up in 'Ootton strit like
a vool wi' they chaps a terrifyin' on 'ee.