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We had a grand take, I mind, and the way that the fish lay broucht us near in by the Bass, whaur we foregaithered wi' anither boat that belanged to a man Sandie Fletcher in Castleton. He's no lang deid neither, or ye could speir at himsel'. Weel, Sandie hailed. "What's yon on the Bass?" says he. "On the Bass?" says grandfaither. "Ay," says Sandie, "on the green side o't."
An' sae whan the airemite, as the auld minister ca'd him though what for he ca'd a muckle block like yon an airy mite, I'm sure I never cud fathom whan he gat up, as I was sayin', an' cam' foret wi' his han' oot, she gae a scraich 'at jist garred my lugs dirl, an' doon she drappit; an' there, whan I ran up, was she lyin' i' the markis his airms, as white's a cauk eemage; an' it was lang or he broucht her till hersel', for he wadna lat me rin for the hoosekeeper, but sent me fleein' to the f'untain for watter, an' gied me a gowd guinea to haud my tongue aboot it a'. Sae noo, my leddy, ye're forewarnt, an' no ill can come to ye, for there's naething to be fleyt at whan ye ken what's gauin' to meet ye."
'Weel, ye see, Robert, my mither aye broucht me up to ken a' 'at fowk was aboot, for she said ye cud never tell whan it micht turn oot to the weelfaur o' yer advantage gran' words! I wonner whaur she forgathert wi' them. But she was a terrible wuman, my mither, an' kent a heap o' things mair nor 'twas gude to ken, maybe.
And that's what he's at the noo, thof he be a scholar, and that a ripe ane! And by his repentance he's learnt a heap that he didna ken afore, and that he couldna hae learnt ony ither w'y than by turnin wi' shame frae the path o' the transgressor. I hae broucht him wi' me this day, sirs, to tell ye something he hasna said to me what that the Lord in his mercy has tellt him. I'll say nae mair: Mr.
An' syne she screwt up her mou', an' cam closs up till me for I wadna sit doon mysel', an' less wad I bid her, an' was sorry eneuch by this time 'at I had broucht her up the stair an' says she, layin' her han' upo' my airm wi' a clap, as gien her an' me was to be freen's upo' sic a gran' foondation o' dirt as that! says she, makin' a laich toot moot o' 't, 'He's Lord Lossie's! says she, an' maks a face 'at micht hae turnt a cat sick only by guid luck I had nae feelin's.
But I hae been weel and richteously punished! The Father drew his han' oot o' mine, and loot me try to gang my lane; sae doon I cam, for I was fit for naething but to fa': naething less could hae broucht me to mysel and it took a lang time! I houp Mr. Robertson will see the thing as I dee mysel! Wull I write and speir him oot to Stanecross to advise wi my father aboot Isy? That would bring him!
If she tid put know ta paad plood was pe in you, she wouldn't pe tone you ta wrong as pring you up." "That 's a wrang no ill to forgi'e, daddy. But it 's a pity ye didna lat me lie, for maybe syne Mistress Catanach wad hae broucht me up hersel', an' I micht hae come to something." "Weel, ye see what ye hae saved me frae."
"Hoot, Rob!" he said roughly as he entered, "I thoucht ye had mair sense! What's broucht ye here at sic a time?" But as he spoke he held out his snuff-box to the old man. "Fell needcessity, sir," answered Robert, taking a good pinch. "Necessity!" retorted the farmer. "Was ye oot o' meal?" "Oot o' dry meal, I doobt, by this time, sir," replied Robert. "Hoots! It's jist clean ridic'lous.
Loe him, lassie, and ye'll never glaur the bonny goon ye broucht white frae his hert!" The soutar's face was solemn and white, and tears were running down the furrows of his cheeks. Maggie too was weeping. At length she said Supposin the mither o' my bairnie a wuman like that, can ye think it fair that her disgrace should stick til him?"
What wad come o' the like o' me, div ye think, broucht up upo' meal brose, an' herrin', gien ye was to set me doon to sic a denner as my lord, yer father, wad ait ilka day, an' think naething o'? But gien some fowk hed the buyin' o' my buiks, I'm thinkin' the first thing I wad hae to du, wad be to fling the half o' them into the burn." "What good would that do?" "Clear awa' the rubbitch.
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