“Can you log, chop, or fence?”
“No.”
“Can you plough?”
“No; but I think I could soon larn.”
“Can you mow or cradle wheat?”
“I can mow a trifle, but I don’t know what the other thing is at all, at all.”
“Pray, then, what can you do?”
“Well, then, yer honour, I am illigant at the spade entirely.”
“What wages do you expect?”
“Twelve dollars, sir, and my boord, if it be plasing to you.”