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"If there cam' an Irish beggar, wi' a stripy cloot him and a bellows under 's arm, and ca'd himsel' a Hielander, the lad wad gi'e him his silly head off his shoulders." As to the farm-bailiff, perhaps no one felt more or said less than he did on John Broom's return.
But come along-Nay Cranstoun, do not look as if you were afraid to budge an inch without an order in writing I have it in suggestion from Colonel St. Julian, that we go in and do the best we can. "Hoot De Courcy, yer' speerits are so floostersome one would be inclined to theenk ye were not at all soorry to see the white cloot flying on yonder hill "
But come along-Nay Cranstoun, do not look as if you were afraid to budge an inch without an order in writing I have it in suggestion from Colonel St. Julian, that we go in and do the best we can. "Hoot De Courcy, yer' speerits are so floostersome one would be inclined to theenk ye were not at all soorry to see the white cloot flying on yonder hill "
He's sic a leveller as was feow afore 'im, I doobt, wi' his gowd ringt man, an' his cloot cled brither! He pat me in twa min's, my lord, whan I got up, whether I wad touch my bonnet to yer lordship or no." Malcolm laughed with hearty appreciation.
"We are broken and beggared now, out and out," said old Martin the shepherd and he wrung his hands in the bitterness of agony, "the thieves, the harrying thieves I not a cloot left of the haill hirsel!" "And to see poor Grizzle and Crumbie," said his wife, "turning back their necks to the byre, and routing while the stony-hearted villains were brogging them on wi' their lances!"
I'll gie ye a cloot o' the lug," growled Scrumpie. "Hoot man! The General wants ye." The General was Alec's nickname. "What is't, General?" "Do ye ken Juno?" "Hang the bitch! I ken her ower weel. She took her denner aff o' ane o' my hips, ae day last year." "Jist creep ower to Cadger there, and speir gin he kens Juno. Maybe he's forgotten her."
My sister micht come whiles, she said, gien she camna ower aften; but lasses had naething to dee wi' brithers. Wha was to tell wha was or wha wasna my brither? I tellt her 'at a' my brithers was weel kenned for douce laads; an' she tellt me to haud my tongue, an' no speyk up; an' I cud hae jist gien her a guid cloot o' the lug I was that angert wi' her."
It'll mak ye look decent and respectable what ye wasna in that creeshy cloot ye're wearin, that made ye look mair like a tauty bogle than a Christian man." Thomas merely smiled at these remarks, and made no reply in words. Thus far, then, Mrs. Callender's plot had gone on swimmingly.
"D'ye think you're to be free to plunder the faulds and byres of a gentle Elliot, as if they were an auld wife's hens'-cavey?" "As I live by bread," replied Willie of Westburnflat "As I live by bread, I have not a single cloot o' them! They're a' ower the march lang syne; there's no a horn o' them about the tower.
The ham dip gaed up the lum in a gloze, an' here was Sandy an' Dauvid's wife lyin' i' the middle o' a' the mairter o' rubbitch. Mistress Kenawee's face, puir thing, was as white as a cloot; but Sandy's was as black as the man More o' Vennis, the bleckie that smored his wife i' the theatre for carryin' on wi' a sodger. What a job Dauvid an' me had gettin' them roond.
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