The Staffordshire Collieries


MANY anecdotes might be collected to show the great difficulty of

discovering a person in the collieries without being in possession of

his nickname. The following was received from a respectable attorney.

During his clerkship he was sent to serve some legal process on a man

whose name and address were given to him with legacy accuracy. He

traversed the village to which he had been directed from end to end

without succ
ss; and after spending many hours in the search was about

to abandon it in despair, when a young woman who had witnessed his

labors kindly undertook to make inquiries for him, and began to hail her

friends for that purpose. Oi say, Bullyed, does thee know a man named

Adam Green? The bull-head was shaken in sign of ignorance. Loy-a-bed,

does thee? Lie-a-bed's opportunities of making acquaintance had been

rather limited, and she could not resolve the difficulty. Stumpy (a man

with a wooden leg), Cowskin, Spindleshanks, Corkeye, Pigtail, and

Yellowbelly were severally invoked, but in vain; and the querist fell

into a brown study, in which she remained for some time. At length,

however, her eyes suddenly brightened, and, slapping one of her

companions on the shoulder, she exclaimed, triumphantly, Dash my wig!

whoy he means my feyther! and then, turning to the gentleman, she

added, You should ha' ax'd for Ould Blackbird!



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