‘Ev yw dhymmo,’ yn-medh Tom. ‘Ow howeth gans peder garr; skant ny’n marghogav, ha lieskweyth ev a wra gwandra pell, rydh war an breow. Pan wodrigas orthiv agas hobaow, i a dheuth ha bos kowethek gans ow Lumpkyn; hag i a’n blasas y’n nos, ha poenya ha metya ganso skon. Y tybis vy ev dh’aga hwilas, ha gans y eryow a furder kemmeres dhe-ves aga own oll. Mes lemmyn, ow Lumpkyn lowen, Tom koth a vydh marghogeth. Hou! Y fydh ev dos genowgh, rag agas gorra war an fordh; ytho, res vydh dhodho hoba. Drefenn na yllir klappya gans hobbitow usi ow marghogeth, pan eder owth assaya goresek ryb dhedha dre dhiwarr.’
i followed him for three days everyday, he' s cleaning horses and cleaning up their dung the only interesting thing he did was to buy a whetting stone this morning boss, i' il take this one such a hopeless man don' t you want to leave him? so, i did you a favor and killed himlangbot langbot