"It must have been the helm-wind, for sure; yet I cannot mind that I saw the helm-bar.
Never in my born days did I see a horse go off with such a burr." "And you could not catch hold on it, any of you, ey ?" asked one of the company with a shadow of a sneer.
"Shaf! dost thoo think yon fell's like a blind lonnin ?" said Matthew.
"Nay, but it's a bent place," continued Mr.Jackson.

"How it dizzied and dozzled, too! And what a fratch yon was! My word! but Ralph did ding them over, both of them!" "He favors his father, does Ralph," said Matthew.
"Ey! he's his father's awn git," chimed Reuben.

"But that Joe Garth is a merry-begot, I'll swear." "Shaf! he hesn't a bit of nater intil him, nowther back nor end.

He's now't but riffraff," said Matthew.

Ralph Ray's peril and escape were incidents too unimportant to break the spell of the accident to the body of his father.
Robbie Anderson turned in late in the evening.
"Here's a sorry home coming," he said as he entered.
It was easy to see that Robbie was profoundly agitated.