'Yah day ah wer gannin doon t' rooad ti Bo'lli'ton wi Bill, an' Bill wer gannin wi me, an' seea wa beeath on us wer gannin wi yan anuther. It wer a varry wahrm day, an efthur a bit wa com tiv a public-hoos: seea Bill says ti ma, "wilt ta com in, mi lad, an' git a glass o' summat?"
'"Whya," ah says, "it 's varry wahrm an' ah 's dhry: ah 's neea objections."
'An' seea wa beeath on us gans in ti t' public-boos. An' as wa was set suppin wer yal an' ho'ddin a bit o' pross wi yan anuther, ah seed a greeat lang swanky chap set it' lang-settle ower anenst us. Noo ah seed him all t' tahm gloorin at us despert hard ; an' eftther a bit ah says tiv him:
'"Noo, mi lad, what 's ta gloorin at si hard forr?"
'"Whya," says he, "when yan hez'nt nowt ti sup yanssen, ah thinks 'at t' next best thing ti deea is ti leeak at them 'at hez."
'Wa laff'd, an' ah says, "Whya; bud wa can seean mend that : what wilt tha tak?"
'"Aw," says he, "ah 's nowt partiklar."
'"Whya, bud thoo mun give it a neeam," ah says.
'"Then," says t' man, "ah 'll tak a quahrt o' yal."
'"A quahrt ! " ah says, "wad n't a pahint sarve ya?"
'"Ah deean't think it wad," says he; "thoo sees ah 's gitten sikan a greeat thropple 'at a pahint nobbut wets yah sahd."
'Seea ah tells t' sarvant-lass an' sha fetches him a quahrt o' yal.'
'Noo t' man had gitten sikan a mooth as ah nivver seed; it war a month; it war a reg'lar frunt deear: an' he oppens his mooth an' he sups t' quahrt n' yal at yah slowp. Noo ah seed him deea it, an' Bill seed him an' all ; wa beeath on us seed him, an' seea what ah 's tellin o' ya 's reet.
'He sets t' mug doon, an' ah leeaks at him; an' ah says tiv him; "Noo, my lad, dost ta think thoo could deea that ageean?"
'"Whya," says he, "ah thinks ah mebbe mud"
'"Then thoo s'al." An' seea ah gans mysen an' ah fetches him anuther quahrt o' yal. An' as ah wer cumin' thrufft' deear-steead ah seed a moose-trap setten aback o' t' deear, an' there wer a moose, iv it an' all; it warn't a varry big moose, an' it warn't a varry lahtle moose, it wer just a middlinish sahz'd soort of a moose; an' ah taks up t' trap an ah pops t' moose inti t' jug, an' ah teeams t' yal inti mug, an' froths it weel up, an' ah gies it ti t' man. Then he taks t' mug intiv his han' an' oppens his mooth-(noo ah seed him, an' Bill seed him an' all; wa beeath on us seed him, an' seea what ah 's tellin' o' ya 's reet)aye; he oppens his mooth an sups off t' yal, moose an' all, at yah slowp. An' then ah leeaks at him, an' ah says tiv him, "Noo, my lad, hoo didst ta leyke that yal ?"
'"Aw," he says, "t' yal aals nowt; varry good yal; bud ah thinks there wer a bit o' hops i that last!"
Posted By: Steve in Holland, Jan 24, 14:10:53
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