"Ah, miss," he said, "verra weel, verra weel.

And yet it was nobbut Friday morning lasst, I cam oop here, awfu' bad in my sperrits like.

For my wife she's sick an a' dwinnelt away, and I'm gettin' auld, and can't wark as I'd used to, and it did luke to me as thoo there was naethin' afore us nobbut t' Union.

And t' mist war low on t' fells, and I sat oonder t' wall, wettish and broodin' like.

And theer--all ov a soodent the Lord found me! Yes, puir Reuben Judge, as dawn't matter to naebody, the Lord found un.