carry off the little girl!" And when the Hobyahs found that little dog
Turpie's head was off they tore down the hempstalks, ate up the old man
and woman, and carried the little girl off in a bag.

And when the Hobyahs came to their home they hung up the bag with the
little girl in it, and every Hobyah knocked on the top of the bag and
said, "Look me! look me!" And then they went to sleep until the next
night, for the Hobyahs slept in the daytime.

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