"Now look straight ahead and tell me what you see." "A light swinging to and fro, and up and down." "That's it, sir; and that light's the master's waggon lantern.

Know why it dances about like that ?" "Somebody seems to be swinging it." "Yes," said the old man with a chuckle; "and some, body's that big bullock with the white spot on his for'd.

Know how he carries the lantern ?" "Tied round his neck." "Nay; it's been hooked on to his horn," said the old man with a chuckle.
"I showed master how to do that, and you wouldn't think it was in a big stupid-looking hox; but it's my belief as old Cheery likes carrying that there light, and is quite proud of it." "Nonsense!" said Nic, as he watched the faint star down below them on the level.
"No, I dunno as it's nonsense, sir.

I think he do, because if he didn't he'd on'y have to give his head a cant on one side and send that there lantern a-flying; and he never do.

Now steady: it's a bit steeper here.
See your way better, can't you ?" "Yes, it's so much more open; and how beautiful it looks in the moonlight!" "Ay, it do, sir; but it looks better by day a deal.