Inhaltsangabe
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ...with a basket on her arm. The lad went on with his burden as frisky as a kitten; but the poor old soul with the empty basket was soon overtaken.... "Fine day, owd woman," said I, slackening my walk. "Aye, varra;" replied she, giving another cough; "an' aa do think 'at we sall hev some fine wedder now, too. Mester Fawsutt said as t' glass was gettin' up this mornin',--he did." "Is that Mister Fawcett o' th' Victoria Inn?" said I. She stopped, and coughed again; and after wiping her face with a little cotton handkerchief, and looking at me for a second or two, she replied, "Sewer, it is.... Ye see I'm a bit troubled wi' th' asthmatic.... Varra nice man, Mester Fawsutt." "How far is it to his house?" said I. "How far? Why, about a mile." Here she gave another cough; and continued, "Ye'll see t' sign bi t' roadside." Then she looked at me again, and said, "Worye nivver here afore?" "Never." "Well; it's a nice place is Silverdal'. It's sich good air.... Here's a deal of folk comes tull it 'at's oot i' health." "How far am I from Silverdale?" said I. "Why," replied the old woman, "Ye're i' Silverdal' now, in a manner. Bud it's near a mile yet to wheer ye're ganging' tull.... I sall hev to call at Jossy Trotter's, down t' lane, yonder." "Well, good day, owd lady," said I. "Good day to ye! Keep t' road, an' ye cannot git wrang." I thanked her, and sped on. The lad with his parcels had disappeared round a turn, and the poor old body was soon out of sight behind. I am now on the level upland which divides Silverdale into two parts. On each hand, wooded hills close the view; and in the far north-east...
Die Inhaltsangabe kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.
