“Why but it has’nt been owt abaat his wark ’at he’s been seck’d for, but him an’ two or three moor have been playin a trick o’ Jane Sucksmith’s husband, an’ its getten to th’ maister’s ears, an’ soa they seck’d him thear an’ then.”

“Nay fer sewer! whatever will ta say!  Why what has he been dooin?  Same mak o’ pousement aw’ll be bun for’t.”

“Well, aw can nobbut tell th’ tale as it wor tell’d to me tha knows; but her ’at tell’d me, had it tell’d bi somdy ’at had heeard it throo one ’at owt to know, soa its true enuff.  It seems old Sucksmith had been drinkin tother day, an’ he must ha getten moor nor he could carry, an’ tha knows as weel as me ’at he can sup moor nor what ud mak some fowk druffen, an’ walk as steady as if he’d swallow’d a church, steeple an’ all; an’ he ligg’d him daan o’ some sheets o’ wool ‘at wor bi th’ rooad side, an’ as Musty wor goain past he saw him, an’ soa he thowt he’d have a marlock, an’ he went an’ fun up some ov his chums an’ they gate sooit an’ daub’d his face wol he luk’d war nor old Scrat hissen.”

“Nay fer sewer!  Why they mud easily do that aw believe, for he’s nooan a gooid favvor’d chap at th’ best hand.”

“Noa he isn’t, but they worn’t content wi’ that but Musty went an’ gate some sooart o’ paader ‘at they use to dye red worset an’ sich like stuff wi’, an he tuk off his cap an’ sprinkled it all amang his toppin, an then they left him, an’ in a bit he wakken’d up, for all th’ childer ith district wor gethered raand him, starin at him.  Just then Musty, ’at had been waiting abaat, reckoned to come past in a great hurry, an’ as sooin as he saw Sucksmith, he set up a gurt shaat o’ laffin, an says, “Whativer has ta been doain, aw niver saw sich a freet i’ mi life.”  Sucksmith wor reight gaumless for a while, but he says, “What is ther to laff at?  Did ta niver see me befoor thinks ta?” “Well aw niver saw thi luk like that affoar onnyway.  Whoiver is it ’at’s been playin thee this trick?”

“What trick does ta meean?” he sed.

“Why doesn’t ta know at thi face is all daubed wi sooit?”

Sucksmith put up his hand to feel, an’ when he saw his fingers all grimed, he sed, “Aw wish aw knew who’d done this, Musty; awd be straight wi’ him, an sooin too.  To think ’at a chap connot fall asleep in a Kristine country withaat havin his face painted war nor a paysayger, but awst find it aght someday.”

“Well, aw think its th’ best plan to goa wi’ me to th’ “Blue Dunnock,” sed Musty, an’ gie thisen a gooid wesh.”

Soa they went an’ all Musty’s mates wor set waitin in another raam.

Th’ landlady wor varry gooid i’ findin him some sooap an’ watter, o’th’ sinkstooan, an’ he started to give hissen a reight gooid swill, an as sooin as th’ watter gate to this stuff ’at they’d put ov his heead, it began to roll daan th’ color o’ blooid, an’ as sooin as he oppen’d his e’en he saw it, an’ he thowt at first it must be his nooas ’at wor bleedin, an’ as th’ landlady worn’t abaat, he blew his nooase oth towel to see, but it worn’t, then he put up his hand to his heead an’ thear it wor sure enuff.  He ommost fell sick when he saw it, an’ he called for Musty as laad as he could, to see what wor to do.  “Whativer’s th’ matter wi me thinks ta, Musty?  Just Iuk, awm bleedin like a pig.”