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I never heard them bring foret ony text but ane the maist ridiculous hash 'at ever ye heard to justifee 't. 'I ken the text ye mean "As the tree falleth so it shall lie," or something like that 'at they say King Solomon wrote, though better scholars say his tree had fa'en mony a lang year afore that text saw the licht. I dinna believe sic a thocht was i' the man's heid when he wrote it.

And her astonishment was therefore paralyzing when she heard her father say: "But ye maun haud a quaiet tongue i' yer heid, guidwife; for weel as ye like the laddie, ye may blast his character gin ye say a word aboot it." "I s' warran' it's a' ower Glamerton afore it comes to your lugs, Anerew," returned her mother. "They're no that gleg efter sic news.

'Save us a'! Ye're no wise, minister. There's nae black man in a Ba'weary. But she didnae speak plain, ye maun understand; but yam-yammered, like a powney wi' the bit in its moo. 'Weel, says he, 'Janet, if there was nae black man, I have spoken with the Accuser of the Brethren. And he sat down like ane wi' a fever, an' his teeth chittered in his heid.

"I thocht it my duty to speak, Miss Jan, and I'll say no more. But it's sheer defiance o' her Maker to crop her heid and to clothe herself in whim-whams, when she could be dressed like a lady; and I'm real vexed she should make such an object of herself when she might just be quite unnoticeable, sae wee and shelpit as she is."

But if ye're gaun to the Colm Burn ye maun haud atower the rig o' the hill frae the Knowe heid, and ye'll come to it wimplin' among green brae faces. It's a bonny bit, rale lonesome, but awfu' bonny, and there's mony braw trout in its siller flow." Then I remembered all I had heard of the old man's craze, and I humoured him. "It's a fine countryside for burns," I said.

There's a shipyard on the Clyde that's got ma name on its books as a fitter that's ma job an' A'm proud o' it. If ye're thinkin', Captain Blackie, sir-r, that ma heid got big " "No, no, Tam," said Blackie hastily, "I'm just telling you so that you'll understand things when they happen." Tam saluted and walked away.

But syne what wad hae come o' the gran' delicht o' seein' auld age rin hirplin awa' frae the face o' the Auncient o' Days?" "I wad fain be contentit wi' my lot, thouch," persisted Robert; "but whan I fin' mysel' sae helpless like, I canna get it oot o' my heid 'at the Lord has forsaken me, an' left me to mak an ill best o' 't wantin' him."

Ericson: it was only this verra day, as I was sittin' i' the kirk it was a lang psalm they war singin' that ane wi' the foxes i' the tail o' 't lang division came into my heid again; and first aye bit glimmerin' o' licht cam in, and syne anither, an' afore the psalm was dune I saw throu' the haill process o' 't.

Ah couldna git a ceevil word oot o' him." "He would mebby be a good workman, for all?" said Uncle Hughie insinuatingly. "Ah dinna ken. He's got a bad e'e in his heid, yon man." "Hoots! It's not wicked the man would be!" cried Uncle Hughie indignantly. "It's a broken heart that ails him, or I'll be mistaken." "That's jist what I say," agreed Jake Sawyer.

"Aw, steady up, man. There's naethin' much wrang wi' the lad a wee scratch on the heid frae fa'in' against the fence yonder." "Who 'it 'im, I say?" shouted Mr. Wigglesworth. "Was it you?" he added, squaring up to the young man. "No, it wasn't, Mr. Wigglesworth. It was me." Mr.