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His words were very quiet, but his eyes looked full of stars. 'I canna tell what it is aboot the sun 'at maks a dog o' me! he said. 'He's hard-like, and hauds me oot, and gars me hing my heid, and feel as gien I wur a kin' o' ashamed, though I ken o' naething. But the bonny nicht comes straucht up to me, and into me, and gangs a' throuw me, and bides i' me; and syne I luik for the bonny man!
Gang awa, and dinna dee the like again, was a' he said to that ane! and ye may weel be sure she never did! And noo she and Mary are followin, wi' yer ain Isy, i' the vera futsteps o' the great shepherd, throuw the gowany leys o' the New Jerus'lem whaur it may be they ca' her Isy yet, as they ca' this ane I hae to gang hame til." "Ca' they her that, sir? Eh, gar her come, gar her come!
"Noo, I hae but the dregs to drink, and them I maun glog ower wi' patience, for I hae weel deserved to drink them! But, eh, my bonnie Isy, she maun hae suffert sair! I daur hardly think what she maun hae come throuw!" "Her mither couldna hae broucht her up richt! The first o' the faut lay i' the upbringin!"
I call upo' ilk ane o' ye 'at has a frien' or a neebor down yonner, to rise up an' taste nor bite nor sup mair till we gang up a'thegither to the fut o' the throne, and pray the Lord to lat's gang and du as the Maister did afore 's, and beir their griefs, and cairry their sorrows doon in hell there; gin it maybe that they may repent and get remission o' their sins, an' come up here wi' us at the lang last, and sit doon wi' 's at this table, a' throuw the merits o' oor Saviour Jesus Christ, at the heid o' the table there.
Ye aye tuik pairt, mither, wi' the muckle deil that wad na rist till he had my sowl in his deepest pit!" "The Lord kens his ain: he'll see that they come throuw unscaumit!" "The Lord disna mak ony hypocreet o' purpose doobtless; but gien a man sin efter he has ance come to the knowledge o' the trowth, there remaineth for him ye ken the lave o' 't as weel as I dee mysel, mother!
Len' me yer throat to sing throuw, Len' me yer wings to gang hie, And I'll sing ye a sang a laverock to cow, And for bliss to gar him dee! Long before she had finished writing it, the world was dark outside. She had heard but little heeded the roaring of the wind over her: when at length she put her head up out of the earth, it seized her by the hair as if it would drag it off.
"Hoot, man!" he said, "I wad but lat ye see I'm nae lan'louper, an' can weel han'le a spaud. Stan' ye by a bit, an' rist yer banes, till I caw throuw a trifle o' yer wark." "An' what du ye expec' to come o' that? Ye're efter something, as sure's the deevil at the back yelt, though ye're nae freely sae sure to win at it."
Whaur wud I be wi' a father 'at didna keep his word? and what less cud I du nor help ony man to keep his word? Gien breach o' the faimily-word cam throuw me, my life wud gang frae me. Wad ye hae me tell the laddie's mither? I wudna like to expose the folly o' him, but gien ye think it necessar, I'll gang the morn's mornin. 'I dinna think that wud be weel.
'She maun hae a straucht e'e for a guid beast! returned Kirsty, with a second glance at the pony. 'He's a bonny cratur and a willin, answered the youth. 'He'll gang skelp throuw onything watter onygait; I'm no sae sure aboot fire. A long silence followed, broken this time by the youth. 'Winna ye gie me luik nor word, and me ridden like mad to hae a sicht o' ye? he said. She glanced up at him.
"As to the un'erstan'in' o' them, laird, I mak nae doobt," returned Grizzie; "an' as little 'at he's o' the wrang side o' the wa' this time." "Na, Grizzie for he's upo' MY side o' 't, an' walcome." "He's jist as walcome, naither mair nor less, to the path I made wi' my ain feet throuw the rouchest pleughed lan' I ever crossed."
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