Noo whaniver he wus sayin thïs, a heidyin o tha Meetin Hoose cum an got doon on hïs knees afore hïm an saed, “Ma wee dochtèr haes deed jist thair noo. But cum an pit yer han on hir, an she'll cum bak tae life.”
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.