"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 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!'
