The Rustic's Comp. A hyanna! ah, that's a deal moor like; saw 'tis!
The Rustic. A pianner? Do 'ee take me vur a vool? I'll knack th' 'ed arf o' the man as plays 'is priskies wi' me, I wull! Wheer be 'e? Let me get at 'en!
[Mild V. not being prepared to defend his opinion by personal combat, discreetly loses himself in crowd.
ON THE ELEPHANT'S BACK.
Second Boy. Sit a bit moor forrard, Billy, cann't 'ee!
First Boy. Cann't, I tell 'ee, I be sittin' on th' scruff of 'is neck as 'tis.
Third Boy. I can see my vaither, I can. 'Ere, vaither, vaither, look at me—see wheer I be!
Fourth Boy (a candid friend). Shoot oop, cann't 'ee', ya young gozzle-'ead! Think ya vaither niver see a hass on a hellyphant afoor!
Fifth Boy. These yere helliphants be main straddly roidin'. I wish 'e wudn't waak honly waun haff of 'en at oncest, loike. What do 'ee mean, a kitchin' old o' me behind i' that way, eh, Jimmy Passons!
