to drive it, for it seemed to know ivvery step o’ th’ rooad, an’ it seem’d a deeal moor like th’ cauf takkin Dawdles nor him takkin th’ cauf.  He couldn’t help but think ’at it had a deeal moor strength nor sense; but altho’ he tried to pity it ‘coss it hadn’t had th’ orderation ov it’s own heead, he couldn’t help blamin it for bein soa detarmined to have th’ orderation o’ th’ way they’d to goa.  When they’d getten to th’ Bull’s Heead he wor ommost finished, an’ he thowt as he’d getten soa weet aghtside he’d better get a drop in, an’ as he made towards th’ door th’ cauf went an’ backed into th’ passage, an’ wodn’t let him enter a yard.  He tried his best to get it to stir, but all to noa use.  Wol he wor tewin with it th’ landlord wor scalin th’ foir i’ th’ kitchen, an’ he thowt he heard sumdy makkin a noise, an’ he went to see; an’ when he saw Dawdles tryin to pool th’ cauf aght o’ th’ passage he thowt he’d help him, soa he gave it a prod behind wi’ th’ foir point, an’ it flew aght o’ th’ door as if it had been shot aght ov a cannon, an’ its heead happenin to leet i’ th’ middle o’ Dawdles’ wayscoit, he tummeld a backard summerset, an’ ligged him daan i’ th’ middle o’ th’ rooad, an’ th’ cauf laup’d ovver th’ wall o’ t’other side an’ gallop’d away, whiskin its tail abaat as if it wanted to cast it.  Th’ landlord went to see Dawdles.  ‘What’s ta dooin thear?’ he sed.  ‘Aw’m waitin’ wol sumdy comes to help me up,’ he sed.  Soa th’ landlord helpt him up, an’ then sed:  ‘Come inside an’ sit thi daan a bit.’  ‘Nay, lad, aw’ve been i’ th’ Bull’s Heead monny a time, but tha’s ommust sent th’ bull’s heead into me to-day.  Ther’s lots o’ young caufs come to yor haase beside yond o’ mine, an’ yo’ve a deeal o’ bother wi’ ‘em sometimes aw know, but if yo’ll just tickle up wi’ th’ red wut foir point aw’ll bet yo’ll get shut on ’em in as little time as yo did that o’ mine.  All aw wish is ‘at tha wor th’ cauf an’ me th’ landlord for five minutes.’

‘Well, tha has dropt in for it pretty rough, an’ aw think tha’s getten aboon thi share, tha mun see if tha cannot give a trifle to Michael.’

Dawdles wodn’t answer him, but set off to catch his white bull cauf, an’ after chasin it raand for a whole clock haar he gate hold o’ th’ rooap another time, an’ they made another start for hooam.  It went varry quietly on nah, an’ th’ owd chap thowt it ud be a gooid idea, as he wor soa tired, an’ as ther wor nobody abaat, to get astride on it an’ have a ride.  Th’ thowt had hardly entered his heead befoor it wor put into practice, but if you could ha seen that cauf yo’d ha been fit to split.  It stood stock still for abaat a minit, an’ then it started off, gently at furst, but it kept gettin faster an’ faster, wol at last it gate into a two up an’ two daan gallop, an’ Dawdles began to find aght ‘at altho’ veal wor a nice tender soft sooart o’ mait when it wor deead, it grew on varry hard booans when it wor wick, an’ he wor twice as anxious to get off an’ walk as he had