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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2903, 24 January 1911, Page 7

An alehouse between Barnsley and Sheffield possesses a tradition connected with its beer, the excellence of which seems to have rendered it famous. The report of its superiority' having reached the ears of a stalwart Yorkshire farmer belonging to another Riding, he rode to the inn one day on horseback, and, without dismounting, called for the tavern Phyllis. "Aa'm told," said he, " 'at ye keep very good beer in this place. Let's jave a quart, ma dear, to try." The foaming beer being handed up to him, he quaffed it at a draught. "Ey, it seems good beer —let's 'ave another quart," he cried. The second stirrup-cup being brought out and handed up, that also was put out of sight without further loss of time. "Dash me, but it is good beer," and draining off the last trickle. '"They 'aven't told me no lies. Aa think Aa'll get daan an' aa some."

"De world owes you a livin*, son," said Uncle Eben, "bat you's got to do some work to get yehse'f identified as de feller it's comin' to."