Yorksher Puddin'. John Hartley

Yorksher Puddin' - John Hartley


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       John Hartley

      Yorksher Puddin'

      A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the Pen of John Hartley

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664569073

       Frozen to Death

       Pill Jim's Progress Wi' Johns Bunion.

       Moravian Knight's Entertainment.

       Sperrit Rappin.

       Ther's a Mule I' th' Garden.

       A Neet at "Widup's Rest."

       Tinklin' Tom.

       Th' New Schooil Booard.

       Tha Caps me Nah!

       Nay Fer Sewer!

       Th' Battle o' Tawkin.

       "Owd Tommy."

       It Mud ha' been War.

       Ha a Dead Donkey Towt a Lesson.

       One, Two, Three.

       Sammy Bewitched.

       Hard to Pleeas.

       Ratcatchin'.

       Owd Moorcock.

       Peace Makkin.

       Awr Emma—A False Alarm.

       Niver Judge by Appearances.

       Mi First Testimonial.

       Five Paand Nooat.

       Silly Billy.

       Put up wi' it.

       A Queer Dream.

       The Mystery of Burt's Babby

       Mak th' best on't.

       Mrs Spaiktruth's Pairty.

       Why Tommy isn't a Deacon.

       One Amang th' Rest.

       What's yor Hurry?

       Ha Owd Stooansnatch's Dowter gate Wed.

       Th' New Railrooad.

       Mose Hart's Twelvth Mess.

       Th' Hoil-i'th'-Hill Statty.

       Owd Dawdles.

       Property Huntin'.

       Abraham's Sparrib.

       A Run ovver th' Year.

       Table of Contents

      Or the Cottage on the Hill.

      A Christmas Story.

      CHAPTER I.

      The last strain of the grand old Christmas hymn had just been warbled forth from the throats and hearts of a number of happy folks, who were seated around the blazing log one Christmas eve; and on the face of each one of that family circle the cheering light revealed the look of happiness; the young—happy in the present, and indulging in hopeful anticipations for the future; the old—equally happy as the young, and revelling in many a darling memory of the past.

      "Come, Uncle John!" said a bright-eyed, flaxen-haired beauty, over whose head not more than ten Christmas days had passed—"Come, uncle, do tell us a story; you know that we always expect one from you."

      "Well, my pretty little niece," he replied, "I fear that I have exhausted all my store of ghosts and hobgoblins, and if I tell you a story now, it must be from the cold, stern world of fact, which, I fear, will be less interesting to you than the romantic fictions I have rehearsed on former occasions."

      "Oh dear, no! tell us a story, a true story—we shall be all the more delighted to know that we are listening to an account of what has really occurred. Do begin at once, please".

      Knocking the ashes from the bowl of his pipe, and having carefully reared it against the hob, he commenced:—

      "The factory bells had just ceased ringing,


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