Good, strong, fat stuff as'll grow anything.

I'm making a cowcumber bed." "Not much of a barrow, Sam," said Nic.
"Well, it ain't, Master Nic, and I'd ha' made another afore now, on'y I can't get a wheel.

The master's going to get me one first chance, for the wheel bothers me.

I could make the box, but wheels want practice.
I did try to make one, and I forged a pretty good tire down yonder but the wood part! My word, it was a rickety, wobbly one, and broke down second day.

Didn't teach you to make barrow wheels at school, I suppose ?" "No," said Nic, laughing.