After I had listened to them a little while, thinking the time and the words a little appropriate to their condition, I beckoned to one of the young men, who came "sidling" slowly up to me.

I asked him where they came from, and he said, "Ash'n." In answer to another question, he said, "We're o' one family.

Me an' yon tother's wed.

That's his wife wi' th' chylt in her arms, an' hur wi' th' plod shawl on's mine." I asked if the old man was his father.

"Ay," replied he, "we're o' here, nobbut two.