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Well, he said, I can tell you of something rather extraordinary that my mother used to say happened to a friend of hers at Glamis. I have no doubt you are well acquainted with the hackneyed stories in connection with the hauntings at the castle; for example, Earl Beardie playing cards with the Devil, and The Weeping Woman without Hands or Tongue.
"The sogers!" shrilled Fat George, and bolted with a scream. The rest followed in cataract rout. They pelted past the lad, bellowing, bleating: a tumult of arms, legs, aweful eyes in aweful faces. Only Beardie had the strength of mind to aim a smashing blow at the boy's head as he fled, and he missed. "Make for the cottage, boys!" thundered the Parson, storming by.
Working trials to test the skill of the sheepdog have become frequent fixtures among shepherds and farmers within recent years, and these competitions have done much towards the improvement of the working qualities of the Collie. In general the excelling competitors at working trials are the rough-coated black and white Collies. The smooth-coated variety and the Beardie are less frequent winners.
"Ye speak like a child, Steenie I mean my Lord of Buckingham," answered the king, "and as one that does not understand the logic of the schools; for an action may be inconsequential or even meritorious, quoad hominem, that is, as touching him upon whom it is acted; and yet most criminal, quoad locum, or considering the place wherein it is done; as a man may lawfully dance Chrighty Beardie or any other dance in a tavern, but not inter parietes ecclesiae.
Beardie on his hands and knees was peering down into the drain. Then he threw up his head with a savage roar. "My God! they've done old Toadie." He burst through the crowd at the boy, eyes and beard ablaze. Kit, tight-clutched in Fat George's arms, shut his eyes. There flashed before his mind a lonely figure, bound and buffeted in the palace of a high-priest eighteen hundred years ago.
Anyhow, Beardie refused to haul down his colours, so the Ogilvys mustered their men and friends, and the Lindsays did the same, and they went at it, hammer and tongs, and fowt what ye may call the Battle of Arbroath, for it was close to the old town where they fell to. "It was a most bloody affair.
Where's t'other?" growled Beardie. "Oi'm here," said Blob, and thrust up, pink and impassive, in his cheek an obvious slice of apple. "That's right," said Fat George in sleek, caressing voice. "Give the genelman your and, my dear. He'll elp you out. There you are! There's no call for you to be scared. You're among old friends." The Gang had gathered round the hole.
That is to say, his great-grandfather was son of the Laird of Raeburn, who was grandson of Walter Scott of Harden and the 'Flower of Yarrow. The great-grandson, 'Beardie, acquired that cognomen by letting his beard grow like General Dalziel, though for the exile of James II., instead of the death of Charles I. 'whilk was the waur reason, as Sir Walter himself might have said.
Anyhow, Beardie refused to haul down his colours, so the Ogilvys mustered their men and friends, and the Lindsays did the same, and they went at it, hammer and tongs, and fowt what ye may call the Battle of Arbroath, for it was close to the old town where they fell to. "It was a most bloody affair.
He saw it, patient among its persecutors, with the eyes of perfect vision, and grew strangely calm and comforted. These evil men appeared to him in a clearer, a purer light. For one splendid second he was sorry for them. "Father, forgive them," he prayed, and added aloud, "Good-bye, Blob." The voice at his ear brought him back from heaven. "Stidy, Beardie! You're spiling sport.
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