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minded to ha"* a turn wi' I as they did wi 1 

 Jack Ockle. 



S. Why, when was that, Simon ? 



Simon. Laast zummer, zur. Jack 'ad 

 cot a girt beg trout just agin thuck 

 pwoast, and a run backerds to kip "s line 

 tight, right bang auver oone o" they hives. 

 Massey haugh ! what a buzzin' and vizzin' 

 there was, to be zhure ! out urn coomed 

 like vengeance, and pitched into Jack as 

 if they was mad. The miller zeed it ael, 

 but cou'dn't come anighst un. Jack roared 

 like a town-bull, and drowed down his 

 rod, and jumped bang into the river to 

 zave hizzelf ; but the leetle wosbirds watch- 

 ed un till a coomed up, and went at un 

 agen. Very lucky varn it coomed on to 

 rain very hard, and a craawled out purty 

 nigh dead, wi' his yead and vace covered 

 wi 1 stinges, zo that a cou'd only zee 's 

 woy whoam out o" the earner o" 1 oon eye. 

 Poor owld Molly couMif t thenk what galley 



