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"But it's mair for the fun. I dinna care muckle about whusky an' that kin' o' thing mysel'. It's the fiddles an the dancin' 'at I like." "You have music, then?" "Ay; jist the fiddles an' the pipes." "The bagpipes, do you mean?" "Ay; my gran'father plays them." "But you're not in the Highlands here: how come you to have bagpipes?" "It's a stray bag, an' no more.
He hears them, and he feels them, and indeed has generally more kindness from them because of his affliction." "Frae some o' them, mem; but it's little kin'ness my gran'father has expairienced frae Cawmill o' Glenlyon, mem." "And just as little injury, I should suppose," said Mrs Courthope. But supposin' ye to be richt, what I say's to the pint for a' that I maun jist explain a wee.
"Your gran'father had come over an' he had brought Blenham with him an' his mechanic, Guy Little; an' there was a couple of new men in the outfit I'd picked up myself that I knew was tough gents. "No! I didn't take no chances, seein' the money was yours an' not mine to fool with.
Ye wad hae thocht him a cornel at the sma'est, an' me a wheen heerin' guts. But it wad hae garred ye lauch, my lord, to see hoo the body ran whan my blin' gran'father he canna bide onybody interferin' wi' me made at him wi' his braid swoord!" "Ye leein' rascal!" cried Bykes; " me feared at an auld spidder, 'at hasna breath eneuch to fill the bag o' 's pipes!" "Caw canny, Johnny Bykes.
I luikit till him to save the fisher fowk, an' no to the Lord; an' the tooer o' Siloam 's fa'en upo' my heid: what does he, the first thing, but turn his ain auld freen's oot o' the sma beild they had! That his father nor his gran'father, 'at was naither o' them God fearin' men, wad never hae put their han' till. Eh, wuman! but my hert's sair 'ithin me.
Sae yer gran'father, no 'at he was feart at 'im, for Is' be bun' he never was feart afore the face o' man, but jest no wullin' to anger his ain kin, an' maybe no willin' onybody sud say he was a respecter o' persons, heeld his tongue an' said nae mair, an' the markis hed the second best bed, for he sleepit in Glenwarlock's ain."
It's nae guid mentionin' 't to the minister; he wad only gie a lauch an' gang awa'. An' gien ye cud jist slide in a word aboot forgiein' his enemies, sir! I made licht o' the maitter to Mistress Courthope, 'cause she only maks him waur. She does weel wi' what the minister pits intill her, but she has little o' her ain to mix't up wi', an' sae has but sma' weicht wi' the likes o' my gran'father.
'He's gaein' to tell me something, said Mrs. Falconer to herself. 'Will 't be aboot the puir barfut crater they ca' Shargar, or will 't be aboot the piece he pat intil 's pooch? 'Weel, laddie? she said aloud, willing to encourage him. 'Is 't true that my gran'father was the blin' piper o' Portcloddie? 'Ay, laddie; true eneuch.
'An' if be chance ye shud pick up a little land be th' way, don't lave e'er a Frinchman or Rooshan take it fr'm ye, or ye'll feel me specyal delivery hand on th' back iv ye'er neck in a way that'll do ye no kind iv good. Hock German Michael, he says, 'hock me gran'father, hoch th' penny postage fist, he says, 'hock mesilf, he says.
"The time comes to little, compairt wi' what Mr Graham gies me i' the lang forenichts i' the winter time, ye ken, my lord, whan the sea's whiles ower contumahcious to be meddlet muckle wi'." "But you have to support your grandfather." "My gran'father wad be ill pleased to hear ye say 't, my lord. He's terrible independent; an' what wi' his pipes, an' his lamps, an' his shop, he could keep's baith.
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