How did we get home that night ? Swimmin ' ? ' ` Same way the pheasant come into Gubbs 's pocket -- by a little luck an ' a deal o ' conjurin ' . ' Old Hobden laughed in his deep chest . ' I see you 've not forgot your way about the woods . D'ye do any o ' this still ? ' The stranger pretended to look along a gun . Hobden answered with a quick movement of the hand as though he were pegging down a rabbit-wire . ` No . That 's all that 's left me now . Age she must as Age she can . An ' what 's your news since all these years ? ' ` Oh , I 've bin to Plymouth , I 've bin to Dover -- I 've bin ramblin ' , boys , the wide world over , ' the man answered cheerily . ' I reckon I know as much of Old England as most . ' He turned towards the children and winked boldly . ' I lay they told you a sight o ' lies , then . I 've been into England fur as Wiltsheer once . I was cheated proper over a pair of hedgin ' - gloves , ' said Hobden . ` There 's fancy-talkin ' everywhere . You 've cleaved to your own parts pretty middlin ' close , Ralph . '
` Ca n't shift an old tree ` thout it dyin ' , ' XXXXX chuckled .
D'ye England Gubbs Hobden Swimmin Wiltsheer conjurin fancy-talkin hedgin rabbit-wire