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"Deevelich ill," cried Sampson heartily. "For two physicians, like a pair of oars, Conduck him faster to the Styjjin shores."* * Garth. Julia looked him in the face, and coldly ignored this perversion of Mrs. Maxley's meaning; and Mrs. Dodd returned pertinaciously to the previous topic. "Mr. Alfred Hardie interests me; he was good to Edward. I am curious to know why you call him a puppy?"
This done, he delivered his evidence thus: "Damme I saw dis fellow sell dirt to dis fellow, and damme I saw dis fellow find a good deal gold, and damme I heard him say dis is a dam good job, and den damme he put down his spade and go to sell, and directly he come back and say damme I am done!" "Aweel," said McLaughlan; "we jaast refuse yon lad's evidence, the deevelich heathen."
"Oh, fine I ken I'll ha'e to pay a maist deevelich price for your highnesses aweel, I'se pay aw thing has its price; jaast name your wage for shearing five hunder sheep." The men whispered together. The Scot congratulated himself on his success; it would be a question of price, after all. "We will do it for the wool." "Th' 'oo? oo ay! but hoo muckle o' th' 'oo? for ye ken "
You wi' your glass, could you no see yon man's drifting oot to sea?" "Hech!" cried the women, "he'll be drooned he'll be drooned!" "Yes; he'll be drooned!" cried Sandy, "if yon lassie does na come alongside him deevelich quick he's sair spent, I doot." Two spectators were now added to the scene, Mrs. Gatty and Lord Ipsden. Mrs. Gatty inquired what was the matter.
"What aboot it, lassy?" said a young fisherman; "it's Antonio I'm feared for; save him, lassy, if poessible; but I doot ye'll no get him clear o' yon deevelich heathen. "Auld Sandy's cheap sairved," added he, with all the indifference a human tone could convey. "Oh, Cursty," said Lizzie Johnstone, with a peevish accent, "dinna break the bonny yarn for naething." "He's a' reicht." Christie.
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