" The Doncaster Gazette." 149 



" We'll get a short cut down here past 

 Cream Gorse. Blamed if I know much 

 about these roads, but I've been across them 

 fields thousands of times with the hounds, 

 and out larking with the gentlemen, too. 

 I scarcely ever fell when I was out larks. 

 I've been fox for the gentlemen all over 

 the country ; it didn't signify what part of 

 the country you were in if they wanted a 

 lark. I don't just see how we'll get out of 

 this field ; we must just go back through the 

 gate. Dear me ! What's coming ? 



" There's a go ! Get to the horse's head ! 

 I wish w T e'd never corned here. I kep' on 

 a-talking, and you kep' on a-writing, and we 

 never saw that grip. What a crumpler I 

 comes out of the gig ! I drives my nose right 

 into the ground, then you tumbles out on top 

 o' me, and pins my legs right down. There's 

 above twelve stone of you. I always likes to 

 hitch my legs out of the way, but you fairly 

 held them fast. I thought the wheels would 

 be over me. It's all very well for you to 

 laugh ; you've been doing nothing else these 

 ten minutes ; but your hat's quite as bad 



