“Here, fellow,” he bellowed, “you take that
’ere gad,
Just imagine I’m oxen; now drive me, my
lad.
Just give me some samples of handlin’ the stick,
I can tell if I want ye and tell ye blame quick.”
Gile fingered the goad hesitatingly, then
As he saw Uncle’Lish grinning up at the men
Who were eyeing the trial, said, “Mister, I
swan,