I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil.

Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt.
It ain't right--now--Tom Jamison--it ain't.

Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison.

It ain't--right--it ain't--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it ain't--ain't--ain't right--it ain't." In reply the youth climbed a fence and started away.

He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
Once he faced about angrily.