"But all this time you've not told me what you're striking for," said Margaret, again.
"Why, yo see, there's five or six masters who have set themselves again paying the wages they've been paying these two years past, and flourishing upon, and getting richer upon. And now they come to us, and say we're to take less. And we won't. We'll just clem them to death first; and see who'll work for 'em then. They'll have killed the goose that laid 'em the golden eggs, I reckon."
"And so you plan dying, in order to be revenged upon them!"
"No," said he, "I dunnot. I just look forward to the chance of dying at my post sooner than yield. That's what folk call fine and honourable in a soldier, and why not in a poor weaver-chap?"

'But you've not told me what you're striking for,' said Margaret.
'Why, yo' see, there's five or six masters who have set themselves against paying the wages they've been paying these two years past. Now they say we're to take less. And we won't. We'll just clem them to death first; and see who'll work for 'em then. They'll have killed the goose that laid the golden eggs, I reckon.'
'And so you plan dying, in order to be revenged upon them!'
'No,' said he, 'I dunnot. But I'd die at my post sooner than yield. That's what folk call fine and honourable in a soldier, and why not in a poor weaver?'
