Peeps Into the Haunts and Homes of the Rural Population of Cornwall; Being Reminiscences of Cornish Character & Characteristics, Illustrative of the Dialect, Peculiarities, &C., &C., of the Inhabitants of West & North Cornwall (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...and how that oal the copper ore wasn yallow, for that some was grey, and some wud cut like a tay-kittle (it being so pure); and shawed un that kellas was soft, and capel was hard; and how that flucan was between chalk and slime; and how that the moore times the whems went round the moore traade they broft to grass; and how that miners wor baistly fellaws when they wor workin', and wor smaart Sundays, to go to mittin' to sing. "' Doant ee pick up sech traade as that, ' says Mousey, 'for curosities, for they're noan. I'll git some for ee, and put um in a box, ef you'll put down 'pon a piece of paaper for I to nail 'pon the box, and car ut into Trura for ee weth my kittereen and send ut off by the mail cooach for ee, weth a soadger behind weth a trumpet.' Old Cornish name for a covered cart. "And that's what they 'greed 'pon, and he gov' Mousey the paaper, and Mousey picked up some purty wauns, 'and maade a box for um, and tooked um into Trura in hes own kittereen; for Mousey had nailed up some painted cloth, and put some booards 'round a owld butt, and had some paint, and he maade up a daicent kittereen, and borrowed a hoss 'pon a quarter of what he ded git for the day, and went in to Trura ev'ry Wednesday, and tooked in people and broft um hum again for ninepence, which paid he very well, ef the hoss was full and dedn want nawthin. Well, 'bout a fortnight arter, when we had no poast office heere, Uncle Jacob Rawe, the shoemaaker, broft out a letter from the gen'leman. "' Heere's a letter for ee, ' says Uncle Jacob. "' Howld thy tongue, ' says Mousey. "' Iss, theere es sure 'nough, ' says Uncle Jacob, 'and a doant cost nawthin.' "' Then give un to me, ' says Mousey. "And away he runned hum to Nancy, that was hes wife, for she cud ...