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And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper end of the glen. 'Shough, said Dugald Mahony, 'tat's ta Chief. 'It is not, said Evan, imperiously. 'Do you think he would come to meet a Sassenach duinhe-wassel in such a way as that?
And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper end of the glen. 'Shough, said Dugald Mahony, 'tat's ta Chief. 'It is not, said Evan, imperiously. 'Do you think he would come to meet a Sassenach duinhe-wassel in such a way as that?
It's enough to say here, that sometimes one in crassing a stile or ditch would drop into the shough; sometimes another would find himself head foremost on the ground; a woman would be capsized here in crassing a ridgy field, bringing her fore-rider to the ground along with her; another would be hanging like a broken arch, ready to come down, till some one would ride up and fix her on the seat.
And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper end of the glen. 'Shough, said Dugald Mahony, 'tat's ta Chief. 'It is not, said Evan, imperiously. 'Do you think he would come to meet a Sassenach duinhe-wassel in such a way as that?
Cavanagh "an' at this saison of the! year, too. Well, that same's a loss." "Honest woman," said M'Mahon, addressing Kate Hogan, "maybe you'd give me a draw o' the pipe?" "Maybe so," she replied; "an' why wouldn't I? Shough! that is here!" "Long life to you, Katy.
He used to go about London streets in shough and rough-spun clothes, a plaid flung from one shoulder. Once I saw him in Holborn with his rather wild stalk, frowning and muttering to himself.
"It fell about the Martinmas, When nights were lang and mirk, That wife's twa sons cam hame again, And their hats were o' the birk. "It did na graw by bush or brae, Nor yet in ony shough; But by the gates o' paradise That birk grew fair eneugh." The Wife of Usher's Well. It is the evening of the 15th of February, 1587, and Mrs.
As for their coin, every one knows the couplet 'How can the rogues pretend to sense? And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper end of the glen. 'Shough, said Dugald Mahony, 'tat's ta Chief. 'It is not, said Evan imperiously. 'Do you think he would come to meet a Sassenach Duinhe-wassel in such a way as that?
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