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I'll maybe ha'e to hurt ye in a meenute. . . . N' for it! He lifted up his voice. 'Hullo, Glesca Hielanders! It seemed an age until 'Right oh! came a cheerful response. 'Hurray! yelled Willie, and rose stiffly to his feet. Then with a final effort, he gave Macgregor the 'fireman's lift, and staggered and stumbled, amid shots from the other side, into safety.
I ken he has gotten rises in wages for a' the men who ha'e joined, an' that he is advocatin' an eight hours day. If that can be done doon there, it can be done here; for there's naebody has ony mair need o' a eight hours day than miners."
"Darkness is better light and earthen floors are softer bedding than you will have in the place you are hastening to if you do not repent and talk to Margaret." There was a spell of silence again. "Willum! Willum! Are ye there?" "Yes! Andrew." "Could I ha'e my pipe and tobacco and a puckle matches? They're on the kitchen mantel-piece."
Noo, tak ye anither bit sup, for ye ha'e na tasted it. Wull ye no gie Ellen the letter, love? 'Twill save ye tellin' her." Hester passively took the whisky as she was bid, and presently sat up and finished reading the letter. "Peter has been hiding something from me for three years and now " "Yes, an' noo.
He lived to a verra great age, an' for many years they who did'na ken the story o' his early life ha'e ca'd him Wanderin' Davy. I hae noo tell'd you his story," said Mr. C. addressing me; "an' I hope it may prove a warnin' to you an' ithers o' the awfu' evils o' intemperance; an' I think it's high time my story was finished, for I see by the clock that it's growin' unco late."
"Nay, nay, Andy," answered the good spouse; "I couldna' marry anither man, fer whit wull I daw wi' twa husbands in heaven?" Andy pondered over this, but suddenly his face brightened. "I ha'e it, Nancy!" he cried. "Ye ken auld John Clemmens? He's a kind man, but he's no' a member o' the kirk. He likes ye, Nancy, an' gin ye'll marry him, 'twill be a' the same in heaven.
Men toiled night and day, working as only miners fighting for life can work, risking life among the continually falling débris to recover all that remained of their comrades. "It couldna ha'e been worse," said Jenny Maitland sorrowfully to her next door neighbor. "It's an awfu' blow." "Ay," rejoined her neighbor, applying the corner of her apron to her eyes.
Her they hardly knew, she had become a stranger. 'They're too heavy for you, let me carry one, she said. 'They begin to weigh a bit by the time you've gone a mile, he answered. 'Let me carry the little one, she insisted. 'Tha can ha'e it for a minute, if ter's a mind, he said, handing over the valise. And thus they arrived in the streets of shops of the little ugly town on top of the hill.
I wouldna wonder but what I was lossin' my place some o' thae days, an' syne whaur would ye be? Marget Lownie, he goes on, ''am nat'rally lazy an' fond o' the drink. As sure as ye stand there, 'am a reglar deevil!" "Juist so, but he didna manage 't, for Mag says, 'We a' ha'e oor faults, Gavin, an' deevil or no deevil, ye're the man for me!
"Weel, I ha'e come to the knowledge 'at my name's no MacPhail: it's Colonsay. Man, I'm the Markis o' Lossie." Without a moment's hesitation, without a single stare of unbelief or even astonishment, Blue Peter pulled off his bonnet, and stood bareheaded before the companion of his toils. "Peter!" cried Malcolm, "dinna brak my hert: put on yer bonnet."
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