82 cbe Wcnslepdale Rounds Past and Present 



Tom Booth Warlaby and I were living in the- 

 same tent — when Jack knocked at the canvas 

 asking if we were up, and putting his hands in, 

 both full of cigar ends, saying, "Proud smeukers, 

 proud smeukers ! I've gitten' as much baccy as 

 will last me as long as we stop up. Willie 

 (meaning Sergeant Metcalfe) is ower proud to 

 tak ony up, but I'll nut gi' him a bit." 



"Where did you get them?" I asked. 



"Oh!" he said, "I noticed where they were 

 thick at camp fire last night. First thing this 

 morning I found them all thare;" and then 

 added, "Will tries to knack. He says 'betwixt,' 

 I say 'atween.'" 



"Will," who is living, wiU doubtless remember 

 this. 



Poor Auld Jack ! He died at Thornton Rust 

 in his eighty-eighth year, for some years before 

 his death, he used to say, "I'm getting to be 

 varra crammely, an' I'se sadly bothered wi' lang 

 nails (a local word for corns). 



