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"There was no one they'd chopped away the furze, cutting through it with spades, so

that the hole, which was a big crack, was all clear

"`Now, then,' says Old Brownsain, my boy

With this stout rope round we can take care of you,' but the boy shook

his head, he'd been too er `A sovereign for the oes down

and fetches theether, but no one moved

"`It'll cave in,' says one of 'eer `I'o down et digging, you'll bury

'ee myself down Let's try' "So they ties the rope round me, and I lets myself into the hole, which

was all sand, and roots to hold it a bit together

"`It's a tight fit,' I says, as I wriggled er, but I soon found that wouldn't do, and I dragged htened my strap, and went down the other

way

"That was better, but it was a tight job going all round a corner like a

zigger-ed

doithdown after ain