“All t’ while Melsh Dick kept tootlin’ wi’ his whistle an’ t’ squirrels com lowpin’ through t’ trees, while t’ espins round t’ dub were fair wick wi’ ’em.  You could hardlins see t’ boughs for t’ squirrels.  ’Twere same as if all t’ squirrels i’ Bowland Forest had heerd t’ whistle an’ bin foorced to follow t’ sound.  They didn’t mak no babblement, but just set theirsens down on their huggans, pricked up their lugs, cocked their tails ower their rigs, and kept their een fixed on Melsh Dick.

“Well, when Melsh Dick thowt he’d gethered squirrels enew, he started to play a tune, an’ ‘twere an uncouth tune an’ all.  Soomtimes ’twere like t’ yowlin’ o’ t’ wind i’ t’ chimley, an’ soomtimes ‘twere like t’ yammerin’ o’ tewits an’ curlews on t’ moor.  But when t’ squirrels heerd t’ tune, they gat theirsens into line alang t’ boughs, an’ there were happen twelve squirrels on ivery bough.  Then they gat agate o’ lowpin’; they lowped frae tree to tree, reet round t’ dub, wi’ their tails set straight out behind ’em.  They were that close togither, ’twere just like a gert coil o’ red rope twinin’ round t’ watter; and all t’ time they kept their faces turned to Melsh Dick, an’ their een were blazin’ like coals o’ fire.  Round an’ round they went, as lish as could be, an’ lile Doed just hoddled his breeath an’ glowered at ’em.  He’d seen horses lowpin’ in a ring at Slaidburn Fair, but ’twere nowt anent squirrels lowpin’ i’ t’ espins round t’ dub.

“Efter a while Doed thowt that Melsh Dick would sooin give ower playin’ tunes on t’ whistle, but he did nowt o’ t’ sort.  He just played faster nor iver, an’ all t’ time he kept yan eye fixed on squirrels an’ yan eye fixed on lile Doed, to see if owt would happen him.  An’ t’ faster he played t’ faster lowped t’ squirrels.  You see, they were foorced to keep time wi’ t’ whistle.  At lang length t’ tune gat to be nobbut a shrike an’ a skreel.  Doed had niver heerd sike-like afore; ’twere as though all t’ devils i’ hell had gotten lowse an’ were yammerin’ through t’ sky wi’ a strang wind drivin’ ’em forrard.  Eh! ’twere an uncouth sound, and an uncouth seet, too, an’ lile Doed’s teeth started ditherin’ an’ every limb in his body was tremmlin’ like t’ espin leaves on t’ trees round t’ dub.  An’ nows an’ thens a gert white ullet would coom fleein’ through t’ boughs, an’ all t’ time there were lile bats flutterin’ about ower t’ watter an’ coomin’ so close agean Doed they ommost brushed his face wi’ their wings.

“Doed was wellnigh flaid to deeath, but for all that he couldn’t tak his een off o’ t’ squirrels; they’d bewitched him, had t’ squirrels.  He put his hand to his heead, and it felt as though ‘twere twinin’ round an’ round.  Now that was just what Melsh Dick wanted, and why he’d set t’ squirrels lowpin’ in a ring.  He couldn’t do nowt to Doed so lang as he were maister o’ his senses, but if he was to get fair giddy an’ drop off into a dwam, then, sure enif, Melsh Dick would have him i’ his power and could turn him intul