"Dangerous weather to be out!" I exclaimed to the fisherman, who stood with hands buried in his pockets, watching him.
"Ay that ur be, zur!" the man answered.

"Doan't like the look o' ut.

But thik there gen'leman, 'ee's one o' Oxford, 'ee do tell me; and they'm a main venturesome lot, they college volk.

'Ee's off by 'isself droo the starm, all so var as Lundy!" "Will he reach it ?" I asked, anxiously, having my own idea on the subject.
"Doan't seem like ut, zur, do ut?
Ur must, an' ur mustn't, an' yit again ur must.

Powerful 'ard place ur be to maake in a starm, to be zure, Lundy.