long he kept at it they didn't know, but in a few days they saw him
agean an' axed him ha he fan his system to answer? An' he says 'Why, aw
dooant get on varry weel, but it is'nt th' fault o' th' system, th' fact
is, aw connot do it till aw get a bigger barro. But he wod'nt give in.
An' ther's lots o' th' same sooart.

Perseverance is a grand thing. If it wornt for tewin, an' sewin, an'
plowin whear wod th' harvest be? An ther's noa greater blessin nor a
gooid harvest. Ther's a deal o' fowk have a harvest abaat this time.
Flaar shows reap a benefit if th' weather be fine. Ther's nowt aw like
better nor to goa to a flaar show, moor especially sich as th' Haley
Hill, Ovenden, Siddal, or Elland, or ony other, whear th' mooast o' th'
stuff has been grown bi workin fowk. Th' plants may'nt be as bonny, but
they luk bonnier to me, an' they tell a tale 'at yo cannot mistak. Ha
monny haars' enjoyment have they gien to th' fowk 'ats growin 'em? An'
ha oft have they kept chaps aght o' th' alehaase? An' then see ha praad
prize winners are! Aw allus feel sooary 'at they cannot all win th'
furst prize, for aw'm sure they desarve it for ther trouble. An' if yo
nooatice, yo're sure to see a nice cheerful woman or two, stood cloise
aside o'th' plants 'at's wun owt, an' if yo wait a bit yo'll see her
ivery nah an' then, touch somdy o'th' elbow as they're gooin past, an'
point at th' ticket an' say, 'sithee, them's awr's!' 'What them 'at's
won th' prize?' 'Eea.' 'Why they're grand uns!' An' then shoo'l whisper
in her ear, 'Ther's nubdy can touch aw'r Simon 'at growin thease, tha
sees he understands it.' A'a Simon! shoo's a deeal o' faith i' thee, an'
if tha's made muck wi thi clogs sometimes when tha's trailed in withaat
wipin thi feet, shoo forgives thi nah. Wimmen's varry soft after all an'
its as weel it is soa, for ther's monny a gooid harvest a' happiness
been gethered in at wod ha been lost but for a soft word or two.

Another old sayin', 'September blow soft, till the fruit's i'th' loft,'
for if strong winds blow nah it'll spoil all th' apples an' stuff, an'
it'll be soa mich war for fowk 'at has to addle ther livin for whativer
else fowk differ abaat, aw think they're all agreed o' one point, an'
that is, ther's noa livin long withaat aitin. But it's hard wark gettin
a livin nah days, an' them 'at's comfortably off owt to be thankful. But
it's cappin i' what queer ways some fowk do get a livin! Aw knew a chap
once 'at stood abaat