The tinkler-gypsies . life. Early one summer morning I visited a Tinklercamp. The only signs of life were a mule, acuddy, and a horse grazing near the camp,and a little naked boy who came toddling tomeet me. I gave him a penny and he ranaway back to the camp holding aloft the pennyand shouting ^ Deek (look), and soon all thecamp was astir. After taking some snap-shotsof the Tinklers, I noticed the little fellow, whoheralded my arrival, still naked and at a con-siderable distance from the camp, waving vigor-ously to some other little Tinklers. I asked aTinkler what the child was crying out : Oh
The tinkler-gypsies . life. Early one summer morning I visited a Tinklercamp. The only signs of life were a mule, acuddy, and a horse grazing near the camp,and a little naked boy who came toddling tomeet me. I gave him a penny and he ranaway back to the camp holding aloft the pennyand shouting ^ Deek (look), and soon all thecamp was astir. After taking some snap-shotsof the Tinklers, I noticed the little fellow, whoheralded my arrival, still naked and at a con-siderable distance from the camp, waving vigor-ously to some other little Tinklers. I asked aTinkler what the child was crying out : Oh, said he, hes trying to get the itherbairns awa owre to the road (about 200 yardsaway) to play at pitch-an-toss ! A child had died at a Tinklers day a little Tinkler boy—a brother of thechild who had died—called at a farm, house nearwhere the Tinklers were encamped. The doorwas attended by the farmers wife. The littleTinkler boy said to her : Please, mem, Til sing ye a sang if yell gieme a scone ?. Tales about Tinklers Bairns. 357 The woman was shocked at his apparentlevity, and said : Eh, sirce, hae ye forgotten already whathappened at the camp yestreen ? Beg pardon, mem, replied the little Tink-ler boy, I was greetin a wee while ago. Lately I fell in with a friend of mine—poor oldgrannie MacMillan or Campbell. She was accom-panied by a little orphan Tinkler boy. Theirwhole belongings in this life are seen in the photogiven as an illustration. Old grannie was theworse of drink that day, and by way of apologyshe proceeded to tell me a most pathetic story,but, alas ! her maudlin state had made her for-get that she had tried the same story on me ona former occasion. She said she had beengoing up the road and a kind lady had foundher leaning against the railings in front of herhouse. Oh, kind lady, she told me she hadsaid, I was juist comin alang there an some-thing went wrang; a at yince a darkness comeowre me, an something like shutters cam dounowre me een
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