It was to be a dispensation somehow and someway that the horse should gallop over the hills with its dead burden to its back from year's end to year's end.

When Mr.Jackson suggested that they should start out in search of it, Matthew said,-- "Nay, John, nowt of the sort.

Ye may gang ower the fell, but ye'll git na Betsy.

It's as I telt thee; it's a Fate.

It'll be a tale for iv'ry mother to flyte childer with." "The wind did come with a great bouze," said John.