"It's a good step to Brox'on, an' it's hungry air o'er the hill--wi' that heavy coffin too.

Eh! It's heavier now, wi' poor Bob Tholer in't.

Howiver, I've made a drap more porridge nor common this mornin'.

The feyther 'ull happen come in arter a bit.

Not as he'll ate much porridge.