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Follow love, and it will flee from thee; leave it, and it will follow thee. Fill fow, and had fow, makes a starke man. Fools should have no chappin sticks. Fidlers, dogs and flies, come to the feast uncalled. Fire is good for the farcy. Few words sufficeth to a wise man. Friendship stands not in One side. Give never the Wolf the Wedder to keep. Gods help is nearer nor the fair even.
Soulis lowped through the garden hedge, and ran, wi' skelloch upon skelloch, for the clachan. That same mornin' John Christie saw the black man pass the Muckle Cairn as it was chappin' six; before eicht, he gaed by the change-house at Knockdow; an' no lang after, Sandy M'Lellan saw him gaun linkin' doun the braes frae Kilmackerlie.
"Ay, you cam' in withoot chappin' on Setarday nicht, Sandy," I says, says I, at brakfast time on Munanday mornin', 'cause I saw fine he wantit to speak aboot it. "I'll do the chappin' when I get a grab o' Pottie Lawson," says Sandy.
"Talk sensibly, man. Try an' ha'e some sense. What's the matter wi' ye?" "Matter," echoed Geordie, "jist this. The wife has jist telt me a' aboot the nicht ye cam' chappin' to the door when I was lyin' hurt. She kent I'd break yer neck for it, and she was feart to tell me. So put up yer fists, ye black-hearted brute that ye are.
Bawbie was juist gaen awa' to hae her efternune cup yesterday, an' I was chappin' oot the dottle o' my pipe on the corner o' the chumla, when it flaw oot an' gaed oot o' sicht some wey. I socht heich an' laich for't, but na, na; it wasna to be gotten. I thocht syne it had gane into the fire. But it's my opinion noo, it had fa'in' into Bawbie's teapot!
Soulis lowped through the garden hedge, and ran, wi' skelloch upon skelloch, for the clachan. That same mornin', John Christie saw the Black Man pass the Muckle Cairn as it was chappin' six; before eicht, he gaed by the change-house at Knockdow; an' no lang after, Sandy M'Lellan saw him gaun linkin' doun the braes frae Kilmackerlie.
"Hout awa, Inverashalloch," said Galbraith; "Mind the auld saw, man It's a bauld moon, quoth Bennygask another pint, quoth Lesley; we'll no start for another chappin." "I hae had chappins eneugh," said Inverashalloch; "I'll drink my quart of usquebaugh or brandy wi' ony honest fellow, but the deil a drap mair when I hae wark to do in the morning.
The de'il at other times gi'es, it's said, his agents a mutchkin o' mischief, but on this night it's thought they hae a chappin; and one thing most demonstrable is; but, sir, the sun's down the blessed light o' day is ayont the hill, and it's no safe to be subjek to the whisking o' the mildew frae the tails o' the benweed ponies that are saddled for yon awfu' carnavaulings, where Cluty plays on the pipes! so I wis you, sir, gude night and weel hame.
And this time I put the cartes bye, firmly determined that my usual easy and pliant mood in fair company would be my own enemy no more. "Another chappin of ale," said he. "Tearlach, get Elrigmore to bide another bit. Tuts, the night's but young, the chap of two and a fine clear clean air with a wind behind you for Shira Glen." "Wheest!" said Tearlach of a sudden, and he put up a hand.
But when, to strengthen the force of his asseveration, he drew the dangerous looking dirk from its sheath, she threw herself upon him, wrenched it from his hand, and testified that "fules sudna hae chappin' sticks, nor yet teylors guns." It was days before Duncan discovered where she had hidden it.
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