human
You'll weather it yet, bwoy,
gpt
Theer's a little bit as I've got stowed away for'e; an' come the hay--
human
Doan't talk that way. 'Tis done with now. I'm quite cool'pon it. We must go as we'm driven. No more gropin' an' fightin' on this blasted wilderness for me, that's all. I be gwaine to turn my back 'pon it--fog an' filthy weather an' ice an' snow. You wants angels from heaven to help 'e, if you're to do any gude here; an' heaven's long tired o' me an' mine. So I'll make shift to do wi'out. An' never tell me no more lies 'bout God helpin' them as helps themselves, 'cause I've proved it ban't so. I be gwaine to furrin' lands to dig for gawld or di'monds. The right build o' man for gawld-seekin', me; 'cause I've larned patience an' caan't be choked off a job tu easy.
gpt
Think twice. Bad luck doan't dog a man for ever. An' Phoebe an' the childer.
human
My mind's made up. I figured it out comin' home from Moreton. I'm away in six weeks or less. A chap what's got to dig for a livin' may just as well handle his tools where theer's summat worth findin' hid in the land, as here, on this black, damned airth, wheer your pick strikes fire out o' stone twenty times a day. The Moor's the Moor. Everybody knaws the way of it. Scratch its faace an' it picks your pocket an' breaks your heart--not as I've got a heart can be broken.
gpt
If 'e could awnly put more trust in the God of your faithers, my son. He done for them, why shouldn't He do for you?
human
Better ax Him. Tired of the fam'ly, I reckon.
gpt
You hurt your mother, Will, tellin' so wicked as that.
human
An' faither so cruel, sobbed Phoebe.
gpt
I doan't knaw what ever us have done to set him an' God against us so. I've tried that hard; an' you've toiled till the muscles shawed through your skin; an' the li'l bwoy took just as he beginned to string words that butivul; an' no sign of another though't is my endless prayer.
human
The ways of Providence--
gpt
Doan't mother--I caan't stand no more on that head today. I'll dare anybody to name Providence more in my house, so long as 'tis mine. Theer's the facts to shout out 'gainst that rot. A honest, just, plain-dealin' man--an' look at me.
human
Meantime we're ruined an' faither doan't hold out a finger.
gpt
Take it stern an' hard like me. 'Tis all chance drawin' of prize or blank in gawld diggin'. The 'new chums,' as they call 'em, often finds the best gawld, 'cause they doan't knaw wheer to look for it, an' goes pokin' about wheer a skilled man wouldn't. That's the crooked way things happen in this poor world.
human
You wouldn't go--not while I lived, sure? I couldn't draw breath comfortable wi'out knawin' you was breathin' the same air, my son.
gpt
You'll live to knaw I was in the right. If fortune doan't come to you, you must go to it, I reckon. Anyways, I ban't gwaine to bide here a laughing-stock to Chagford; an' you'm the last to ax me to.
human
Miller would never let Phoebe go.
gpt
I shouldn't say 'by your leave' to him, I promise'e. He can look on an' see the coat rottin' off my back in this desert an' watch his darter gwaine thin as a lath along o' taking so much thought. He can look on at us, hisself so comfortable as a maggot in a pear, an' see. Not that I'd take help--not a penny from any man. I'm not gwaine to fail. I'll be a snug chap yet.
human
Butcher'll be up bimebye. An' the last of em's failed down,
gpt
So be it. Now us'll taake our supper,