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door closed on Turner's burly form. ' What a 

 splendid lingo lie talks too, doesn't he ? ' 



* Yes, I shall be awfully sorry when it dies 

 out, as I suppose it will in time. But you 

 should go up into the high country, amongst 

 the stone walls, to hear it to perfection. I was 

 staying in the neighbourhood at one time and 

 Turner's brother had a farm near, so I rode 

 over to see him. As I rode into the farm he 

 was standing by the gate. " Well, oi'll be 

 dalled," said he, throwing his cap down into the 

 dirt, and slapping his thigh — " well, oi'll be 

 dalled if it isn't Mester Reginald. Oh dear, 

 oh dear, bur oi am glad for t'saa yer. Are 

 yer oongry ? " Well, I had ridden fifteen miles, 

 and I can tell you that air gives one an 

 appetite, so I answered in the affirmative. 

 " Well, get off and coom in. What do yer 

 think a cock pheazand did t'other dee ? Whoy, 

 a ackshally flew into moy wife's bedreoom, 

 beggar his owd legs on 'im. So oi sent word to 

 t' squoire and axed what I mun' dew wa 'im, 

 and a sends me an answer back as oi mun kaap 



