"I don't say contrairy." "I knew that very well," said the farrier, throwing himself backward again, and speaking defiantly; "if _I_ don't know Mr.Lammeter's cows, I should like to know who does--that's all.

And as for the cow you've bought, bargain or no bargain, I've been at the drenching of her--contradick me who will." The farrier looked fierce, and the mild butcher's conversational spirit was roused a little.
"I'm not for contradicking no man," he said; "I'm for peace and quietness.

Some are for cutting long ribs--I'm for cutting 'em short myself; but _I_ don't quarrel with 'em.

All I say is, it's a lovely carkiss--and anybody as was reasonable, it 'ud bring tears into their eyes to look at it." "Well, it's the cow as I drenched, whatever it is," pursued the farrier, angrily; "and it was Mr.Lammeter's cow, else you told a lie when you said it was a red Durham." "I tell no lies," said the butcher, with the same mild huskiness as before, "and I contradick none--not if a man was to swear himself black: he's no meat o' mine, nor none o' my bargains.

All I say is, it's a lovely carkiss.