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Auld of the method he had adopted in regard to the disposition of his output of eggs, and that gave me just the opportunity I wanted. "How do you raise your chicks, Mr. Clark?" I asked. "Do you use an incubator?" "Sure thing! And a grand little incubator I ha'e too," he answered. "She takes two hundred and fifty eggs at a time and gives an average of eighty per cent chicks."
Ye maun no keep interruptin'. Jean has no order in her brain. She aye pits the last first an' the first last. This is a hopefu' letter an' a guid ain from yer friend, an' it tells ye yer son's leevin' an' no murder't " "Thank the Lord! I ha'e aye said it," ejaculated Jean, fervently. "Ye ha'e aye said it? Child, what mean ye? Ye ha'e kenned naethin' aboot it." But Jean would not be set down.
Malcolm laughed, and she could not help joining him. "Ye maun come the morn an' chise yer ain room i' the Hoose," he said. "What mean ye by that, laddie?" "At ye'll ha'e to come an' bide wi' me noo." "'Deed an' I s' du naething o' the kin', Ma'colm! H'ard ever onybody sic nonsense! What wad I du wi' Jean? An' I cudna thole men fowk to wait upo' me. I wad be clean affrontit."
"Ay, the minister brought yon puir lassie a message frae the gude Lord `Yet return again to Me' and she just took it as heartily as it was gi'en, and went and fand rest puir, straying, lost sheep! but when she came to the table o' the Lord, the ninety and nine wad ha'e nane o' her she was gude eneuch for Him in the white robe o' His richteousness, but she was no near gude eneuch for them, sin she had lost her ain and not ane soul i' a' the parish wad kneel down aside o' her.
I piped it at the top of my voice, and sure enough the regiment took up the chorus, for it had a famous swing. "An' ye had been where I had been, Ye wad na be sae cantie, O; An' ye had seen what I ha'e seen' On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O." When their breath was gone we heard Cowan shout that he had found a path under his feet, a path that was on dry land in the summer-time.
The lee lang day he was among 's fowk workin' his michty wark. Whan the nicht cam', in which no man could wark, he gaed hame till 's Father, as 't war. Eh me! but it's weel to ha'e a man like the schuilmaister to put trowth intill ye. I kenna what comes o' them 'at ha'e drucken maisters, or sic as cares for naething but coontin' an Laitin, an' the likes o' that!"
By criffens! it was sair, an' gin I had only had a horse's hair, I'd soon ha'e putten his tawse oot the road." "I got four yesterday too," said another, "an' a' because I was looking at yon new laddie wha cam to the schule yesterday. By! they were sair. I never heard auld Cabbage-heid till he cam up an' telt me to put oot my haun." "It's Peter Rundell's his name," chimed in another.
Gude guide us! what an example he is settin' to his loyal neighbors, and his hail connections! That ever we should see the like o' this waefu' backsliding at his years! Lord ha'e a care o' us, I say aince mair." "Oh, but there's more to come," said one of them, for, in the turmoil produced by this shocking intelligence, they had forgotten to deliver the message to Lanigan. "Mr.
"Maybe ye'll be the first to be put an end to," said Walker, rising to leave. "I might ha'e something to say to " "You rotten pestilence o' hell," cried Geordie, now fairly roused, and jumping over the coals on the "roadhead" after him. "I'll cleave the rotten heart o' ye if I get my fingers on ye, you an' yer fancy women, yer gamblin' an' yer shebeens!"
I thocht she maun ha'e got wind o' his intentions aforehand, for she juist replies, quiet-like, 'Hoo do ye want aff, Gavin? "'Because, says he, like a book, 'my affections has undergone a change. "'Ye mean Jean Luke, says Mag. "'That is wha I mean, says Gavin, very strait-forrard." "But she didna let him aff, did she?" "Na, she wasna the kind.
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