But come wi' me down this road.

I've some men agate o' cuttin' a main sewer.

It's very little farther than where th' cattle pens are i' th' hollow yonder; and it's different wark to what you see here.

Th' main sewer will have to be brought clean across i' this direction, an' it'll be a stiffish job.

Th' cattle market's goin' to be shifted out o' yon hollow, an' in another year or two th' whole scene about here will be changed." Jackson and I both remembered something of the troubles of the cotton manufacture in past times.