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When we had got within twenty feet or so of the landing, a dame in a red woollen kerchief called out: "What hae ye done wi' Mungo, John Paul?" "CAPTAIN John Paul, Mither Birkie," spoke up a coarse fellow with a rough beard. And a laugh went round. "Ay, captain! I'll captain him!" screamed the carlin, pushing to the front as the oars were tossed, "I'll tak aith Mr.
The shades of evening were growing thicker around us as my conductor finished his long narrative with this moral 'Ye see, birkie, it is nae chancy thing to tak a stranger traveller for a guide, when you are in an uncouth land.
'Jean's a Lanerick wumman, he added, 'she's in service in the Pleasance. Aw 'm ganging to my Jo. Ye'll a' hae Jos, billies? 'Aw 'm sayin', the intoxicated rough persisted, 'ye're no a Lanerick man. Ye're the English gentleman birkie that cam' to Kirkburn yestreen. 'Me ane o' the polis! Aw 'm askin' the company, div a look like a polisman?
In that recess was my little workshop, where I treasured the few carpenters' tools which old Caleb procured for me, and taught me how to use; there, in yonder corner, under that handsome silver sconce, I kept my fishing-rods and hunting poles, bows and arrows." "I have a young birkie," said the Lord Keeper, willing to change the tone of the conversation, "of much the same turn.
Here he leaned against the counter and feebly ogled the attendant nymph. 'Hoots man! he heard one of the roughs remark to another. 'This falla's no the English birkie. English he canna be. 'But aiblins he's ane o' oor ain polis, said the man of suspicions. 'Nane o' oor polis has the gumption; and him as fou as a fiddler. Merton, waving his glass, swallowed its contents at three gulps.
Od, ye are a clever birkie! The woman touched his coat again. 'The gentleman is a gentleman, Willie ye maunna speak that gate to him, hinnie. 'The deevil I maunna! said Willie; 'and what for maunna I? If he was ten gentles, he canna draw a bow like me, can he?
Tommy went home anon, meaning to be whatever kind of boy she seemed most in need of, but she was not in the house, she was not in the garden; he called her name, and it was only Birkie Fleemister, mimicking her, who answered, "Oh, Tommy, come to me!" But Birkie had news for him.
He was saying something with marked emphasis, but the words escaped the tailor's ears. Wilson was answering nothing. Loosing his hold of him, Ralph walked quietly away. Wilson entered the cottage with a livid face, and murmuring, as though to himself, "Aiblins we may be quits yet, my chiel'. A great stour has begoon, my birkie. Your fire-flaucht e'e wull na fley me.
He saw Tommy looking so-woe-begone that it was necessary to ask the reason. "Oh, Birkie, lend me threepence," sobbed Tommy, "and I'll give you sixpence the morn." "You're daft," said Birkie, "there's no a laddie in Thrums that will have one single lonely bawbee the morn."
"Him that buys the cards," moaned Tommy, "will never be without siller, for you tell auld folks fortunes on them at a penny every throw. Lend me threepence, Birkie. They cost a sic, and I have just " "Na, na," said greedy Birkie, "I'm no to be catched wi' chaff. If it's true, what you say, I'll buy the cards mysel'."
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