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English[en]
They reached the entrance to the Ferry lane at last. It was marked by two tall white posts that suddenly loomed up on their right. Farmer Maggot drew in his ponies and the waggon creaked to a halt. They were just beginning lo scramble out, when suddenly they heard what they had all been dreading: hoofs on the road ahead. The sound was coming towards them.
Cornish[kw]
I a dhrehedhas bownder an Kowbal wor’tiwedh. Merkys veu gans dew beul hir gwynn a omdiskwedhas distowgh a-dhyghow. Tiek Magott a gilas orth an reynys ha’n kert a hedhas yn unn gwigha. Yth esens i ow talleth krambla mes an kert pan wrussons i klywes an son re wrussa own dhedha: karnow dhe’n fordh war-rag. Yth esa an son ow nesa.