"Oh, war! Aw believe it does say summat abaat th' war. It's still gooin
on, an one chap has sprained his ankle an another has had a narrow
escape an De Wet is expected to be captured as sooin as they get hold on
him, an a lot moor sich tales, but they arn't worth thinkin abaat coss
they'll all be contradicted ith' mornin."

"An does it say nowt abaat that butcher at's run away an left his wife?
Awr Hepsabah wor sayin shoo believed they'd catched him."

"Hi! They've catched him, an he wor browt up at th' Taan Hall this
mornin an he pleaded 'guilty,' soa th' magistrate sed as he'd allus
borne a gooid character he'd give him his choice, an he could awther goa
back hooam an live wi his wife or goa to quod for three months wi hard
labour."

"They've let him off easier nor he desarved, but aw should think his
wife's gien him a bit ov her mind."

"Nay, net shoo! Shoo's nivver had th' chonce, for he tuk three months.
Shoo's a tartar aw believe."

"Shoo must be if that's th' case. A'a, Sammywell,--a chap at's blessed
wi a gooid wife owt to goa daan on his knees i' gratitude for they're
varry scarce."

"Aw believe they are;--a chap wod have to goa a far way to find one at
this day."

"He'd have to travel a deeal farther to find a gooid husband,--aw can
tell thi that! An if tha arn't satisfied wi thi wife tha's getten tha'rt