"I know nought of your ways down South. I have heerd they're a pack of spiritless, down-trodden men; welly clemmed to death; too dazed wi' clemming to know when they're put upon. Now, it's not so here. We known when we're put upon; and we'en too much blood in us to stand it. We just take our hands fro' our looms, and say, 'Yo' may clem us, but yo'll not put upon us, my masters!' And be danged to 'em, they shan't this time!"
"I wished I lived down South," said Bessy.
"There's a deal to bear there," said Margaret. "There are sorrows to bear everywhere. There is very hard bodily labour to be gone through, with very little food to give strength."

'I know nought of your ways down South. I have heerd they're a pack of spiritless, down-trodden men; too much dazed wi' hunger to know when they're put upon. It's not so here. We know when we're put upon; and we won't stand it. Be danged to 'em, they shan't put upon us this time!'
'I wish I lived down South,' said Bessy.
'There are sorrows to bear everywhere,' said Margaret. 'There is very hard labour to be gone through there, with very little food to give strength.'
