And he says to them, “For that ye want faith: for truly say I tʼye, gin aiblins ye had faith eʼen as a pickle oʼ mustard‐seed, ye sal say till this mountain, ‘Flit ye to yon place!’ and it sal flit; and nocht sal be ayont yere pooer.
And whan the voice had been heard, Jesus was thar his lane. And they keepit it to their sels; and tellʼt nae man iʼ thae days whatna things they had seen.