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t' dub an' Doed did t' same. Then they gat agate o'
talkin', an' Doed axed Melsh Dick what for he was covered wi' green
moss.
"'If thou'd to clim' trees same as I have,' answered Melsh Dick, 'thou'd
be covered wi' moss too, I'll uphod.'
"'An' what for doesta wear yon cap o' red fur**??'
"'Why sudn't I wear a fur cap, I'd like to know. My mother maks 'em o'
squirrel skins, an' they're fearful warm i' winter-time.'

"When lile Doed heerd him tell o' squirrels, he bethowt him o' t'
squirrel i' t' basket an' wanted to set forrard.
"'Bide a bit,' says Melsh Dick, 'an' I'll show thee more squirrels nor iver
thou's seen i' all thy life.'
"With that he taks a whistle out of his pocket; 'twere Just like a penny
tin whistle, but 'twere made o' t' rind o' a wandy esh, an' Melsh Dick
had shapped it hissen wi' his whittle. Then he put t' whistle to his mouth
an' started to blow. He blew a two-three notes, an' sure enif, there was a
scufflin' i' t' trees an' i' less nor hauf-a-minute there were fower or five
squirrels sittin' on t' boughs o' t' espins. When Doed saw t' squirrels i' t'
mooinleet, he were fair gloppened. He glowered at 'em, an' they
glowered back at him, an' their een were as breet as glow-worms.
"All t' while Melsh Dick kept tootlin' wi' his whistle an' t' squirrels com
lowpin' through t' trees, while t' espins round t' dub were fair wick wi'
'em. You could hardlins see t' boughs for t' squirrels. 'Twere same as if
all t' squirrels i' Bowland Forest had heerd t' whistle an' bin foorced to
follow t' sound. They didn't mak no babblement, but just set theirsens
down on their huggans, pricked up their lugs, cocked their tails ower
their rigs, and kept their een fixed on Melsh Dick.
"Well, when Melsh Dick thowt he'd gethered squirrels enew, he started
to play a tune, an' 'twere an uncouth tune an' all. Soomtimes 'twere like
t' yowlin' o' t' wind i' t' chimley, an' soomtimes 'twere like t' yammerin'
o' tewits an' curlews on t' moor. But when t' squirrels heerd t' tune, they
gat theirsens into line alang t' boughs, an' there were happen twelve
squirrels on ivery bough. Then they gat agate o' lowpin'; they lowped
frae tree to tree, reet round t' dub, wi' their tails set straight out behind
'em. They were that close togither, 'twere just like a gert coil o' red rope
twinin' round t' watter; and all t' time they kept their faces turned to
Melsh Dick, an' their een were blazin' like coals o' fire. Round an'
round they went, as lish as could be, an' lile Doed just hoddled his
breeath an' glowered at 'em. He'd seen horses lowpin' in a ring at
Slaidburn Fair, but 'twere nowt anent squirrels lowpin' i' t' espins round
t' dub.

"Efter a while Doed thowt that Melsh Dick would sooin give ower
playin' tunes on t' whistle, but he did nowt o' t' sort. He just played
faster nor iver, an' all t' time he kept yan eye fixed on squirrels an' yan
eye fixed on lile Doed, to see if owt would happen him. An' t' faster he
played t' faster lowped t' squirrels. You see, they were foorced to keep
time wi' t' whistle. At lang length t' tune gat to be nobbut a shrike an' a
skreel. Doed had niver heerd sike-like afore; 'twere as though all t'
devils i' hell had gotten lowse an' were yammerin' through t' sky wi' a
strang wind drivin' 'em forrard. Eh! 'twere an uncouth sound, and an
uncouth seet, too, an' lile Doed's teeth started ditherin' an' every limb in
his body was tremmlin' like t' espin leaves on t' trees round t' dub. An'
nows an' thens a gert white ullet would coom fleein' through t' boughs,
an' all t' time there were lile bats flutterin' about ower t' watter an'
coomin' so close agean Doed they ommost brushed his face wi' their
wings.
"Doed was wellnigh flaid to deeath, but for all that he couldn't tak his
een off o' t' squirrels; they'd bewitched him, had t' squirrels. He put his
hand to his heead, and it felt as though 'twere twinin' round an' round.
Now that was just what Melsh Dick wanted, and why he'd set t'
squirrels lowpin' in a ring. He couldn't do nowt to Doed so lang as he
were maister o' his senses, but if he was to get fair giddy an' drop off
into a dwam, then, sure enif, Melsh Dick would have him i' his power
and could turn him intul a squirrel