daan to me, an awl see if aw can do owt wi ’em.’  ‘Awl pay yo whativver yo charge,’ aw sed, ‘an if aw dooant screw yond cock an hens’ necks raand it’ll be becoss awve changed mi mind!’ ’O tha’ll manage weel enuff wi ’em after this,’ shoo sed, ‘tha knows th’ hen trade is like ivverything else, it wants sombdy ’at understands it; but that cock’s a rare voice; is it a young un?  Sithee, th’ childer’s standin’ ith middle oth yard wonderin’ wheal th’ noise comes throo.’

Aw went up stairs an tuk off all mi clooas an threw’ em daan to Dorothy, an a grand lot they lukt, an awd just pool’d on mi warty britches when shoo called aght, ‘David, David!  I come this minnit!  Th’ childer’s oppend th’ cellar winder an letten th’ cock aght!’ Daan stairs aw flew withaat stoppin’ to festen mi gallowses or put mi booits on, an as sooin as aw went aght th’ lads set up a shaat an th’ cock flew into a chamber winder at t’other side o’ th’ yard.  Th’ naybors all coom runnin’ aght, an Dorothy foller’d me wi mi clooas tukt under her arm, an a shirt sleeve an a britches slop trailin’ behund her.  Aw ran into th’ haase after th’ cock, an’ withaat spaikin a word to Sam or his dowter, ’at wor just at ther dinner, aw baanced upstairs and shut th’ winder to mak sure ’at it couldn’t get aght, an then aw called aght, ’It’s nobbut me, Sam, my new cock’s flown into your window, an awve coom’d for it, wi ta help me to catch it?’ ‘Why, has ta nobbut just getten aght o’ bed?  Aw think it ud seem thee better to put thi clooas on befoor tha cooms runnin’ into a body’s haase this fashion, scarin’ ivverybbody aght o’ ther wits.’

‘Yo mun excuse me this time,’ aw sed, ‘its noa fault o’ mine.  Come an help me to catch this chap.’  Soa they booath coom up, but that cock had made up his mind net to be catched, an he’d peearkt up fair at top oth bed heead, an he set up another crow wi as mich impudence as if he’d been on his own middin.  Sam made a grab at it, an it flew to th’ winder-bottom, upsettin two plant-pots, an we all made a rush for it, but it slipt past an swept all th’ chany ornaments off th’ mantel-shelf an made a dive at th’ chimley, an away it went aght oth seet.  Th’ lass skrikt wi all her might, an Sam shaated, an aw made as mich din as aw could tryin’ to keep ’em quiet, an th’ cock screamed ith chimley wor nor a railway whistle.  Bi this time ther wor a craad o’ thirty or forty fowk aghtside, an they wor callin aght for th’ police, for they seemed to think ther wor one or two gettin’ murdered at least, an things began to luk serious.  ‘Tha’ll have a bonny penny to pay for this,’ sed Sam.  ’Ha can ta feshun?  Just luk at all them ornaments brokken to bits, an th’ plants an stuff destroyed!  Tak that cock aght oth chimley an get aght o’ here as sharp as tha can, an nivver let me see thee nor owt belangin to thee agean!’ Aw sed nowt, for aw saw he wor riled, an aw didn’t wonder at it, soa aw put mi hand up th’ flue, an aw could feel its legs, but it seemed to be wedged fast.  ‘It’s here,’ aw sed, ’but awm feeard aw can’t get it withaat hurtin’ it.’