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'im ; so oi very seoon puts him under a croost, 

 fer oi thowt as 'ow theer moight baa soome 

 back orders, and if you'll come inter t' ouse 

 wa'll mek that theer poy sit oop." ' 



' That is a first-rate story,' said Acton ; ' that 

 was just like Turner's brother.' 



' Yes, wasn't it ? I heard him make a speech 

 at the Rostewell Agricultural Show, or the 

 " Kultchul " Show, as they call it. He was 

 eulogising the master of the " Low Torr " 

 hounds, the finest pack of harriers in England ' 

 — in fact they are in the opinion of the 

 writer absolutely undefeated — 'and by Gad 

 their country is perfect. Well, he was crack- 

 ing up the master, who is a splendid fellow. 

 In the course of his speech he said, " What oi 

 say of Highfield " (of course, he pronounced it 

 " Oighfaald") " is, if a breks a geete a'll pey 

 for't. Oi av bur wun faut to foind wi Oigh- 

 faald — a braads 'is aounds so fast yer canna 

 catchum." Oh, by the way, did I ever tell 

 you what Turner, this man here, said to my 

 mother one day ? ' 



