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Copy of a LETTER, WROTE BY A
Young Shepherd of Borrowdale,
AT HIS Return from Dublin, TO One of his Acquaintance.
FRIND,
I SEND te thisan, to tell the amackily what dreedfull fine
things I saw ith rwod tyu, an at yon Dublin; an t'harships
I've bidden. I set forrat o' Midsummer-day, an gat to
Whitehebben a girt sea-side town, whore Sea-Nags eat cowls
out o' rack-hurries, like as barrels dus yale drink: I think
Sea-Nags is nut varra wild, for tha winter them ca girt
foalds wi'out yates; an as I was lyukin about to gang to
Ierland, I so twea duzzen o' fellows myakin a Sea-Nag
tedder-styack ov iran; I ast yan othum if I cud git ridin tu
Dublin? an a man in a three-nyuk'd hat, at knact like rottin
sticks, telt me I mud gang wid him; for a thing tha caw
tide, like t' post oth land, was gangin, an wadent stay o'
nea boddee nivir. Than four men in a lile Sea-Nag, a fwot I
think, at tha caw'd a bwot, helter'd our nag, and led it out
oth' foald; than our nag slipt t' helter an ran away; but
tha hang up a deal of wind-clyaths, like blinder-bridles,
we' hundreds o' ryaps for rines. Land ran away an left us,
an our nag had eaten sea menny cwols, it was cowdy, an
canter'd up wi' tya end, and down wi' tudder; I turnt as
seak as a peat, an spes'd aw t'iver was imme. O wons, I was
bad! I thowt I sud a deed. I spew'd aw cullers. Neest day
efter we set forrat, an Iland met us, tha cawt it Man; I wad
fain a seent cumt hard tull us, but it slipt away an left
us: but sum mare land met us neest day efter; it was varra
shy; but we follot it up, becose tha sed Dublin was ont. I
persuadet t' man wit' three-nyuk'd hat to owrgit if it he
brast his nag, an he telt a fellow to twint' tail ont, as
that dyu swine or bulls when tha carry them to bate at
Kessick, an tha wil'nt gang on; than we gat to Dublin
prusently; but I hed like tull a forgitten to tell the seck
girt black fish we soe; tha snowrt when tha com out oth girt
dub like thunner, an tha swallow Land-Nags as hens dus big;
mappen eat Sea-Nags when they dee. It was a nice breet
mwornin when we war i' Dublin Ba, as tha cawt; whar't sea
gangs up towr't land as a dog dus toth heed of a bull: twea
men i' yan oth thar bwots com to our nag side, tha caut them
Paddes; yan cudnt tell thare toke be geese: tha drank hartly
ov our watter, it stinkt tyu, but we hed nout better to
drink, fort' girt dub's as sote as brine; it wad pussen the
if thou tyasted it: we ga them twea fellows ith't bwot a
helter, an tha led our nag into Dublin, as wild as 'twas.
But, O man! what a fine country ther was ov tuder side on
us; hooses as white as drip, an as rank as mice: Dublin
toun, it lyuk'd like a girt foald full o' sheep, at yan cud
nobbut just see th' heeds on; chimlas lyuk'd like hworns, an
kurk-steeples an spires, as tha caw them, like a menne Gyat
hworns amang 'tudder. Sea-Nags is as rank i' Dublin beck, as
if thou was lyukin at ten thousan geese in a gutter; tha
hevnt foalds for them as we hav iv Ingland; town keeps them
warm i' winter, but tha feed tem wi' beck-sand, as tha dyu
at Whitehebben wi' cwols; but nut out o' rack-hurries;
theyve a mouth in at side, whore men feeds tem in wi girt
iran spyuns. But O man, it was lucky I lee[t] ov a man at
went toth scyul wi me when I was a lile lad; we war deevlish
thick, an he sed he wad let me see aw things; if I had gyan
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