Best go on and see for thysel'.' So they parted; but Philip had not gone many steps before his uncle called him back, Kinraid slowly loitering on meanwhile.

Robson was fumbling among some dirty papers he had in an old leather case, which he had produced out of his pocket.
'Fact is, Philip, t' pleugh's in a bad way, gearin' and a', an' folk is talkin' on a new kind o' mak'; and if thou's bound for York---' 'I'm not going by York; I'm going by a Newcastle smack.' 'Newcassel--Newcassel--it's pretty much t' same.

Here, lad, thou can read print easy; it's a bit as was cut out on a papper; there's Newcassel, and York, and Durham, and a vast more towns named, wheere folk can learn a' about t' new mak' o' pleugh.' 'I see,' said Philip: '"Robinson, Side, Newcastle, can give all requisite information."' 'Ay, ay,' said Robson; 'thou's hit t' marrow on t' matter.

Now, if thou'rt i' Newcassel, thou can learn all about it; thou'rt little better nor a woman, for sure, bein' mainly acquaint wi' ribbons, but they'll tell thee--they'll tell thee, lad; and write down what they sayn, and what's to be t' price, and look sharp as to what kind o' folk they are as sells 'em, an' write and let me know.

Thou'll be i' Newcassel to-morrow, may-be?
Well, then, I'll reckon to hear fro' thee in a week, or, mayhap, less,--for t' land is backward, and I'd like to know about t' pleughs.