He took up the hammer, struck a stone, dropped the implement with an oath, and put both hands to his ears. 'Mercy on me! My heid's burstin'!' he cried.
He was a wild figure, about my own size but much bent, with a week's beard on his chin, and a pair of big horn spectacles.
'I canna dae't,' he cried again. 'The Surveyor maun just report me. I'm for my bed.'
I asked him what was the trouble, though indeed that was clear enough.