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He condescended, indeed, to ask me some questions as to my success at college, but I thought it was with half his mind; and even in his extempore grace, which was, as usual, long and wandering, I could find the trace of his preoccupation, praying, as he did, that God would 'remember in mercy fower puir, feckless, fiddling, sinful creatures here by their lee-lane beside the great and dowie waters.
"And yet it's strange he should be here too! Was he his lane?" "His lee-lane for what I could see," said I. "Did he gang by?" he asked. "Straight by," said I, "and looked neither to the right nor left." "And that's queerer yet," said Alan. "It sticks in my mind, Davie, that we should be stirring. But where to? deil hae't! This is like old days fairly," cries he.
A' the time we lay there it lowped and flang and capered and span like a teetotum, and whiles we could hear it skelloch as it span. I hae seen lassies, the daft queans, that would lowp and dance a winter's nicht, and still be lowping and dancing when the winter's day cam in. But there would be folk there to hauld them company, and the lads to egg them on; and this thing was its lee-lane.
I hae seen lassies, the daft queans, that would lowp and dance a winter's nicht, and still be lowping and dancing when the winter's day cam in. But there would be folk there to hauld them company, and the lads to egg them on; and this thing was its lee-lane. And there would be a fiddler diddling his elbock in the chimney-side; and this thing had nae music but the skirling of the solans.
He was in a crunkle o' green brae, a wee below the chaipel, a' by his lee-lane, and lowped and flang and danced like a daft quean at a waddin'. "It's Tod," says grandfaither, and passed the gless to Sandie. "Ay, it's him," says Sandie. "Or ane in the likeness o' him," says grandfaither. "Sma' is the differ," quo' Sandie.
"And yet it's strange he should be here too. Was he his lane?" "His lee-lane for what I could see," said I. "Did he gang by?" he asked. "Straight by," said I, "and looked neither to the right nor left." "And that's queerer yet," said Alan. "It sticks in my mind, Davie, that we should be stirring. But where to? deil hae't! This is like old days fairly," cries he.
"And yet it's strange he should be here too! Was he his lane?" "His lee-lane for what I could see," said I. "Did he gang by?" he asked. "Straight by," said I, "and looked neither to the right nor left." "And that's queerer yet," said Alan. "It sticks in my mind, Davie, that we should be stirring. But where to? deil hae't! This is like old days fairly," cries he.
A' the time we lay there it lowped and flang and capered and span like a teetotum, and whiles we could hear it skelloch as it span. I hae seen lassies, the daft queans, that would lowp and dance a winter's nicht, and still be lowping and dancing when the winter's day cam in. But there would be fowk there to hauld them company, and the lads to egg them on; and this thing was its lee-lane.
Do you go up and down alone?" "By my lee-lane when Gilian's not here. She's in Aberdeen now, where live our mother's folk." "I have not seen you for years." "I mind the last time. Your mother lay ill. One evening at sunset Mr. Ian Rullock and you came to White Farm." "It must have been after sunset. It must have been dark." "Back of that you and he came from Edinburgh one time.
He condescended, indeed, to ask me some questions as to my success at college, but I thought it was with half his mind; and even in his extempore grace, which was, as usual, long and wandering, I could find the trace of his preoccupation, praying, as he did, that God would "remember in mercy fower puir, feckless, fiddling, sinful creatures here by their lee-lane beside the great and dowie waters."
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