"'I wish it ud stiffen thee,' I sez, 'so as we mought set thee up as a monyment at th' front o' th' 'Sylum.'
"An' then aw at onct I heard him gie a jump an' a bit o' a yell, like, under his breath. 'God-a-moighty!' he sez.
"Summat i' th' way he said it soart o' wakkened me.
"'What's up?' I sez.
"'Coom here,' sez he. 'Theer's a dead lad here.'
"An' when I getten to him, sure enow I thowt he wur reet. Drawed up i' a heap nigh th' door theer wur a lad lyin' on th' snow, an' th' stiff look on him mowt ha' gi'en ony mon a turn.
"Latham wur bendin' ower him, wi' his teeth chatterin'.
"'Blast thee!' I sez, 'why dost na tha lift him?'
"Betwixt us we did lift him, an' carry him into th' Works an' laid him down nigh one o' the furnaces, an' th' fellys coom crowdin' round to look at him. He wur a lad about nine year' owd, an' strong built; but he looked more than half clemmed, an' arter we'st rubbed him a good bit an' getten him warmed enow to coom round 'i a manner, th' way he set up an' stared round were summat queer.
"'Mesters,' he sez, hoarse an' shaky, 'ha' ony on yo' getten a bit o' bread?'