And  she  would  learn  me  to  sing  bass,  an'  I
was  to  go  to  th'  chapel  wi'  'em,  where  Jesse
and  she  led  the  singin',  th'  old  man  playin'  the
fiddle.  He  was  a  strange  chap,  old  Jesse,  fair
mad  wi'  music,  an'  he  made  me  promise  to
learn  the  big  fiddle  when  my  arm  was  better.
It  belonged  to  him,  and  it  stood  up  in  a  big
case  alongside  o'  th' eight-day  clock,  but  Willie
Satterthwaite,  as  played  it  in  the  chapel,  had
getten  deaf  as  a  door-post,  and  it  vexed  Jesse,
as  he  had  to  rap  him  ower  his  head  wi'  th'  fid-
dle-stick to  make  him  give  ower  sawin*  at  th'
right  time.
"But  there  was  a  black  drop  in  it  all,  an'  it
was  a  man  in  a  black  coat  that  brought  it.
When  th'  Primitive  Methodist  preacher  came
to  Greenhow,  he  would  always  stop  wi'  Jesse
Roantree,  an'  he  laid  hold  of  me  from  th'  be-
ginning. It  seemed  I  wor  a  soul  to  be  saved,
an*  he  meaned  to  do  it.  At  th'  same  time  I
jealoused    'at   he    were   keen   o'    savin'   'Liza


ON  GREENHOW  HILL.  109

Roantree's  soul  as  well,  an'  I  could  ha'  killed
him  many  a  time.  An'  this  went  on  till  one
day  I  broke  out,  an'  borrowed  th'  brass  for  a
drink  from  'Liza.  After  fower  days  I  come
back,  wi'  my  tail  between  my  legs,  just  to  see
'Liza  again.  But  Jesse  were  at  home,  an'  th'
preacher — th'  Reverend'  Amos  Barraclough.
'Liza  said  naught,  but  a  bit  o'  red  come  into
her  face  as  were  white  of  a  regular  thing.
