[Home-Life of the Lancashire Factory Folk during the Cotton Famine by Edwin Waugh]@TWC D-Link book
Home-Life of the Lancashire Factory Folk during the Cotton Famine

CHAPTER XXI
10/15

At after we lost him, these bad times coom on, an' neaw, aw think we're poo'd deawn as nee to th' greawnd as ony body can be.

My daughter's husband went off a-seekin' work just afore that child was born,--an' we haven't heard from him yet." My friend took care that his visit should result in lightening the weight of the old woman's troubles a little.
As we passed the doors of a row of new cottages at the top end of "Hardy Butts," a respectable old man looked out at one of the doorways, and said to my friend, "Could aw spake to yo a minute ?" We went in, and found the house remarkably clean, with good cottage furniture in it.

Two neighbour children were peeping in at the open door.

The old man first sent them away, and then, after closing the door, he pointed to a good-looking young woman who stood blushing at the entrance of the inner room, with a wet cloth in her hands, and he said, "Could yo do a bit o' summat to help this lass till sich times as hoo can get wark again?
Hoo's noather feyther nor mother, nor nought i'th world to tak to, but what aw can spare for her, an' this is a poor shop to come to for help.

Aw'm uncle to her." "Well," said my friend, "and cannot you manage to keep her ?" "God bless yo!" replied the old man, getting warm, "Aw cannot keep mysel'.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books