"As I com alang I saw yan of Angus Ray haystacks blown flat on to the field--doon it went in a bash--in ya bash frae top to bottom." "That minds me of Mother Garth and auld Wilson haycocks," said Matthew.
"Why, what was that ?" said Reuben.
"Deary me, what thoo minds it weel eneuf.

It was the day Wilson was cocking Angus hay in the low meedow.

Mistress Garth came by in the evening, and stood in the road opposite to look at the north leets.
'Come, Sarah,' says auld Wilson, 'show us yan of thy cantrips; I divn't care for thee.' But he'd scarce said it when a whirlblast came frae the fell and owerturn't iv'ry cock.

Then Sarah she laughed oot loud, and she said, 'Ye'll want na mair cantrips, I reckon.' She was reet theer." "Like eneuf," said several voices amid a laugh.
"He was hard on Mother Garth was Wilson," continued Matthew; "I nivver could mak ought on it.

He called her a witch, and seurly she is a laal bit uncanny." "Maybe she wasn't always such like," said Mr.Jackson.
"Maybe not, John," said Matthew; "but she was olas a cross-grained yan sin the day she came first to Wy'burn." "I thought her a harmless young body with her babby,' said Mr.
Jackson.
"Let me see," said Reuben Thwaite; "that must be a matter of six-and-twenty year agone." "Mair ner that," said Matthew.