"But me and Zur Timothy, us made up our minds tu differ long ago.

I'm arl vor vighting vurriners--Turks, Rooshans, Vrinchmen; 'tis arl one tu I." "Why doan't 'ee volunteer thyself, Vather Jack?
Thee baint turned nointy yit, be 'ee ?" said a labourer, winking heavily, to convey to the audience that the suggestion was a humorous one.
"Ah, zo I wude, and shute Boers wi' the best on 'un.

But the Governmint baint got the zince tu ax me," said Happy Jack, chuckling.
"The young volk baint nigh zo knowing as I du be.

Old Kruger wuden't ha' tuke in I, try as 'un wude.

I be zo witty as iver I can be." Dr.Blundell saluted the group before the inn as he turned his horse to climb the steep road to Barracombe.
No breath of wind stirred, and the smoke from the cottage chimneys was lying low in the valley, hovering over the river in the still air.
A few primroses peeped out of sheltered corners under the hedge, and held out a timid promise of spring.