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Greyfriars Dining-Rooms had more distinguished visitors in a day than they had had in all the years since Auld Jock died and a little dog fell there at the landlord's feet "a' but deid wi' hunger." Not one of all the grand folk who, inquired for Bobby at the kirkyard or at the restaurant got a glimpse of him that day.
She was aye sae prood o' them a'. I heard her say ane day to my mither that she dootit you maun be deid, or you wad hae sent her word; and that you wadna hae gane wrang. She never, she said, kent o' you takin' up wi' men, an' was sure that naething o' that kind had happened." "Did she really think that, Rob?" asked Mysie, glad to know that her mother had believed in her virtue, yet pained.
An' I howp the laddies here 'ill tak' a lesson frae them, an' stick in an' get their pictures in magic lanterns efter they're deid too, an' get great big mossyleeums that's thae great muckle sowsers o' gravesteens, juist like mill stalks, ye ken oot in the Warddykes Cemetery, wi' their names chiseled on them in gold letters."
If he'd kept ben the hoose he'd no' be lyin' deid the nicht. God rest him!" You might see Tam in the early morning, when the world was dark and only the flashes of guns revealed the rival positions, poised in the early sun, fourteen thousand feet in the air, a tiny spangle of white, smaller in magnitude than the fading stars.
Cosmo recognized with a shudder his favourite spot, where on his birthday, as on many a day before, he had fallen asleep. But the old woman went on with her story. "Deid was the auld captain as deid as ever was man 'at had nane left to greit for him. But thof there was nae greitin', no but sic a hullabaloo as rase upo' the discovery!
The motto is not given; it was DEID SCHAW. The shield is blotted by transverse strokes of the pen, the whole rude design having been made for the purpose of being thus scored out, after Gowrie’s death, posthumous trial and forfeiture, in 1600. On the left of the sinister supporter is an armed man, in the Gowrie livery.
The brothers had not long to search before they came upon her, where she sat on the ground at the door of the turf-built cottage, feeding a chicken with oatmeal paste. "What are you doin', Dawtie?" they asked. "I'm tryin'," she answered, without looking up, "to haud the life i' the chuckie." "What's the matter wi' 't?" "Naething but the want o' a mither." "Is the mither o' 't deid?"
"Canada is larger than you think over here." "Mebbe so," said the friendly stranger, "mair nor likely he's deid noo; one o' thae red Indians micht hae killed him, like eneuch." "Yes, or perhaps a bear," Mr. Blake replied gravely. There was a pause. A bell was ringing, its notes floating in clear and sweet upon them. "What bell is that?" inquired Mr. Blake.
'It min's me o' the women gauin til the sepulchre! said David. 'Eh, but it maun hae been a sair time til them! a heap sairer nor this hert-brak here! 'Ye see they didna ken 'at he wasna deid, assented Kirsty, 'and we div ken 'at Steenie's no deid! He's maybe walkin aboot wi the bonny man or maybe jist ristin himsel a wee efter the uprisin!
"The mon's deid," said he. "Dead!" cried I, from the bottom-board. "No more dead than you!" I turned over so lustily that he dropped my feet, and I sat up, something to his consternation. And they had scarce hooked the ship's side when I sprang up the sea-ladder, to the great gaping of the boat's crew, and stood with the water running off me in rivulets before the captain himself.
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