An eftèr the' went awa, an angel o tha Loard appeart tae Joseph ïn a draim. “Git up,” he toul hïm, “tak aff tae Egypt wi tha wean an hïs mither. Bide thair til A gie ye tha wurd, fer Herod ïs aboot tae hunt oot tha wean fer tae dae awa wi hïm.”
Hïs follaers went up tae hïm an waakent hïm. “Dominie, dominie!” the' caad oot, “we'll be droont!” An Jesus ris, an he chackt tha blowstèrin wun an waves. Aa at yinst tha wun drapt, an tha stoarm wus ower.