The little girl cried a great deal, and a man with a big dog came that
way and heard her crying. When he asked her how she came there and she
told him, he put the dog in the bag and took the little girl to his
home.
The next night the Hobyahs took down the bag and knocked on the top of
it, and said "Look me! look me!" and when they opened the bag--the big
dog jumped out and ate them all up; so there are no Hobyahs now.
A Pottle o' Brains
Once in these parts, and not so long gone neither, there was a fool that
wanted to buy a pottle o' brains, for he was ever getting into scrapes
through his foolishness, and being laughed at by every one. Folk told
him that he could get everything he liked from the wise woman that lived
on the top o' the hill, and dealt in potions and herbs and spells and
things, and could tell thee! all as 'd come to thee or thy folk. So he
told his mother, and asked her if he could seek the wise woman and buy a
pottle o' brains.
"That ye should," says she; "thou 'st sore need o' them, my son: and if
I should die, who'd take care o' a poor fool such 's thou, no more fit
to look after thyself than an unborn baby? but mind thy manners, and
speak her pretty, my lad; for they wise folk are gey and light
mispleased.
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