“Neesht mwornin we hed our Brekfast, an' t' woman gav us baith a hopenny Keack beside (that was as big as a penny 'an now) to eat as we went—an' she set us to t' top o' t' House o' Correction Hill—It was freezing again, an' t' rwoad was terrible slape; sea we gat on varra badly—an' afore we com to Staavley (an' that was but a lile bit o' t' rwoad) we fell hung'ry an' began on our keacks—then we sed we wad walk sea far, an' then tak a bite—an' then on again an' tak anudder—and afore we gat to t' Ings Chapel they wer o' gane—Every now an' than we stopped at reest—an' sat down, an' grat,[13] under a hedge or wa'a crudled up togedder, taking haud o' yan anudders hands at try at warm them, for we were fairly maizled wi' t' cauld—an' when we saw onny body cumming we gat up an' walked away—but we duddn't meet monny Fwoak—I dunnat think Fwoak warr sea mickle in t' rwoads e' them Days. [Footnote 13: i.e. wept, from the old word _greet_, common to all the Northern languages. Chaucer, Spenser, &c., use it. See Specimen Glossarii in Edda Sæmundar hinns Froda V. _Grætr, ploratus, at græta, plorare,_ Hence _grief_ &c.] “We scraffled[14] on t' this fashion—an' it was quite dark afore we gat to Ammelsid Yat—our feet warr sare an' we warr naarly dune for—an' when we turnt round Windermer Watter heead, T' waves blasht sea dowly[15] that we _warr_ fairly heart-brossen—we sat down on a cauld steane an' grat sare—but when we hed hed our belly-full o' greeting we gat up, an feelt better[16] fort' an' sea dreed on again—slaw enough ye may be sure—but we warr e' _kent_ rwoads—an' now when I gang that gait I can nwote o' t' spots whor we reested—for them lile bye lwoans erent sea micklealtert, as t' girt rwoads, fra what they warr. At Clappers-gait t' Fwoak wad ha' knawn us, if it heddent been dark, an' o' ther duirs steeked,[17] an geen us a relief, if we hed begged there—but we began at be flate[18] 'at my Fadder an' Mudder wad be angert at us for running away. [Footnote 14: i.e. struggled on. BROCKETT in V.] [Footnote 15: i.e. lonely, melancholy. _Ibid._] [Footnote 16: The scholar will call to mind the _ὀλοοῖο τεταρπώμεσθα γόοιο_ of the Iliad, xxiii. 98., with like expressions in the Odyssey, e.g. xi. 211, xix. 213, and the reader of the Pseudo Ossian will remember the words of Fingal. “Strike the harp in my hall, and let Fingal hear the song. _Pleasant is the joy of grief._”] [Footnote 17: “Steek the heck,”—i.e. shut the door. BROCKETT.] [Footnote 18: From the verb “Flay” to _frighten_.]