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blazers on 'em doan't overdu it. But I hate them steamers as upsets every mor- 

 tal thing, tearin' through the water like nobody knows what, frightenin' bards, 

 an' scarin' fish, an' playin' the wery trundle up with everything. Theer ain't the 

 fish in the rivers theer wor, for how kin the spawn, dashed an' knocked about by 

 the swell among the reeds, ever cum tu life? Then them landowners as hev'been 

 pullin' the string, closin' up the Broads for shootin' an' fishin', and tellin' yer yow 





mustn't go heer nor theer. Why, it's sheer robbin',of us, it is, of our rights. I've 

 heerd say, 



'The law locks up the man or woman 



As steals a goose from off a common. 



But lets the bigger robber loose 



As nicks the common from the goose.' 



*An' I doan't know as that ain't the way things are goin' on everywhere else. 

 Ah, gentlemen, things are goin' wrong altogither wrong!' 



Much more does the ancient fellow unreel of his yarn of things that have 

 long since vanished, regretting the passing away of old times as a calamity to be 

 bewailed. But we humour him, for an old man has his weaknesses; he loves to 



