Moreover, that he had succeeded in making himself somewhat of a terror to certain timorous time-servers, on account of his heterodox and obstinate principles.

For example, he had sent his children to school because Government compelled him to do so, but when their schooldays were over, he had informed them that the sooner they forgot all they had ever learned during that period and took to "clean an' 'olesome livin'," the better he should be pleased.
"For it's all rort an' rubbish," he declared, in his broad, soft dialect.

"I dozn't keer a tinker's baad 'apenny whether tha knaw 'ow to 'rite tha mizchief or to read it, or whether king o' England is eatin' 'umble pie to the U-nited States top man, or noa,--I keerz nawt aboot it, noben way or t'other.

My boys 'as got to laarn draawin' crops out o' fields,--an' my gels must put 'and to milkin' and skimmin' cream an' makin' foinest butter as iver went to market.

An' time comin' to wed, the boys 'ull take strong dairy wives, an' the gels 'ull pick men as can thraw through men's wurrk, or they'ze nay gels nor boys o' mine.