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"Well, one time," continued Dumps, "when she was er foolin' 'long o' cow, what she had no business, the cow run his horns right thorough her neck, an' throwed her way-ay-ay up yon'er; an' she nuver come down no mo', an' that's all." "But, Dumps, what become of her?" asked Diddie. "I dunno what become uv her," said Dumps. "She went ter hebn, I reckon."
For troth! he has no need to be near in's dealin's wi' them, seein' there's nae buyin' nor sellin' whaur he is, an' a' the gowd he has doon yon'er i' the booels o' the yird, wad jist lie there duin' naething, gien he sent na 't up abune, whaur maist pairt it works his wull. Na, he seldom scrimps 't to them 'at follows his biddin'. But i' this case, whaur, I say, was the wauges?
A few there were besides who always had been, for reasons perhaps best known to themselves, less than friendly. The women were all cordial. "Sic a mad-like thing," said old Futtocks, who was now the leader of the assembly at the barn, "to gang scoorin' the cuintry on that mad brute o' a mere! What guid, think ye, can come sic like?" "H'ard ye him ever tell the story aboot Colonsay Castel yon'er?"
"Ah bin waatin' ower yon'er this good bit," he answered, putting his arm round her, and drawing her to the wall, on which they sat, leaning against each other, and whispering happily. The moon was low, and her great golden disk illumined the sky, against which the two dark figures stood out, silhouetted distinctly.
It's oot by yon'er, my leddy 'no that far frae the Deid Heid. Wauk up, Lizzy." "I'm no sleepin', Annie," said Lizzy, " though like Ma'colm's auld man," she added with a sigh, "I wad whiles fain be."
When Hornie's turn came, Donal began to tie ropes to her hind hoofs. Mr. Duff objected. "Ye dinna ken her sae weel as I dee, sir," answered Donal. "She wad caw her horns intil a man-o-war 'at angert her. An' up yon'er ye cudna get a whack at her, for hurtin' ane 'at didna deserve 't. I s' dee her no mischeef, I s' warran'. Ye jist lea' her to me, sir." His master yielded.
"Sic a gran' nicht!" said Donal, after the usual greetings. "Sir Gibbie an' me 's haein' a dauner wi' the mune. Ye wad think she had licht eneuch to haud the cloods aff o' her, wad ye no, mem? But na! they'll be upon her, an' I'm feart there's ae unco black ane yon'er dinna ye see 't wi' a straik o' white, aboot the thrapple o' 't?
"Davy," he said "I don't want you to be all day on board, but I can't have you be longer away than an hour at a time," "Ay, ay, sir," said Davy. "Now attend to me." "Ay, ay, sir." "Do you know Lady Lossie's house?" "No, sir; but I ken hersel'." "How is that?" "I ha'e seen her mair nor twa or three times, ridin' wi' yersel', to yon hoose yon'er." "Would you know her again?" "Ay wad I fine that.
By this time his leg was much swollen, but the wound had almost stopped bleeding, and it was plain there was no bullet in it, for there were the two orifices. She washed it carefully and bound it up. Then Gibbie raised his head and looked somewhat anxiously round the room. "Ye're luikin' efter Angus?" said Janet; "he's yon'er upo' the flure, a twa yairds frae ye.
"Can't we go with you, Mammy? We'll be good, an' not laugh at 'em shoutin'." "I dunno wat yer gwine loff at 'em shoutin' fur; efn yer don't min' de loff gwine ter be turnt some er deze days, an' dem wat yer loffs at hyear, dem's de ones wat's gwine ter do de loffin' wen we gits up yon'er!
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