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English[en]
‘I know,’ said Frodo. ‘But all the same,’ he added with a shamefaced laugh, ‘I am terrified of him and his dogs. I have avoided his farm for years and years. He caught me several times trespassing after mushrooms, when I was a youngster at Brandy Hall. On the last occasion he beat me, and then took me and showed me to his dogs. “See, lads,” he said, “next time this young varmint sets foot on my land, you can eat him. Now see him off!” They chased me all the way to the Ferry. I have never got over the fright - though I daresay the beasts knew their business and would not really have touched me.’
Cornish[kw]
‘My a woer,’ a leveris Frodo. ‘Mes byttegyns,’ ev a geworras gans hwarth leun a veth, ‘yma own bras dhymm anodho ha’y geun. My re’n wohelas ha’y vargen-tir dre vlydhynyow. Ev a’m kachyas nebes prys pan esen vy ow treuspassya a-barth skavellow-kroenek, pan en vy yonker dhe Hel Brandi. Dhe’n diwettha prys, ev a’m gweskis ha’m diskwedhes dh’y geun. “Ottomma, chettys,” ev a leveris, “dhe’n nessa prys an vall ma dhe settya troes war ow thir vy, y hyllowgh hwi y dhbri. Lemmyn, fes orto! ” I a’m fesyas dres oll an fordh dhe’n Kowbal. Nevra ny wrug vy ewnhe wosa an own – kyn hwrug an bestes godhvos aga soedh, dell waytyav, ha na’m tavsens.’