120 c^c Wenslepdalc fioutids Past ana Present 



hole. Ah collard ho'cl, stuck me feet ageean yah 

 side, an' me back ageean t' other, an' down t' 

 bank we went. Ah shonted ' Tally ho ! ' an' 

 waived me hat ower yah side, an t' hoonds gav' 

 out music like mad things. At last t' awd barrel 

 struck ageean a stone, an' flew ti bits, an' Ah 

 wuz left on t' road laid on t' rig o' mc back. 

 Just at that minit. Jack Parker gallops up, an' 

 when he saw me he laughed — whal, Ah thowt 

 he'd 'a'e brussen hissell. All t' hossmen, said 

 Jack, 'thowt the divil in a new shap' had got wi' 

 t' hoonds, when he saw t' black thing bouncin' 

 down t' bank. 'It's a wonder t' hoonds didn't 

 worry tha alang wit' fox,' said Jack. An', 

 begow, t' dogs had killed t' fox, an' Ah was t' 

 fust up. Jack Parker blooded me, an' gav' me t' 

 brush for thee, Bess. So stick it i' tha bustle, 

 an' thoo'll be a vixen." 



