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Updated: May 12, 2025
And this is something after the fashion of what Ringan and his weary comrades heard drawled out with fine nasal whine: "This will pe to pe kiving notice to aal it may pe concerning, tat Rory Dhu Mhor of ta Clan Donachy will pe keeping ta crown of ta causeway in ta toun of Tunkel for wan hour and mhore.
He was but just in time, for already the town was in a tumult, and the spreading ripples of the news were fast approaching Duncan's ears. Malcolm found him expectant and restless. When he disclosed himself he manifested little astonishment, only took him in his arms and pressed him to his bosom, saying, "Ta Lort pe praised, my son! and she wouldn't pe at aal surprised."
Thay sed I could go in an' vinish the sausingers now, an' that wur what I intended to do. I asked the young 'ooman for a bottle o' ale, when she put a tallish bottle down wi' a beg head; an' as I wur dry I knocked the neck off, an' the ale kum a-fizzing out like ginger pop, an' 'twer no use to try to stop the fizzle. I had aal I could get in a glass, an' it zeemed goodish.
Nefer you pe minding, my son: you couldn't help ta Cam'ell mother, and you'll pe her own poy however. Ochone! it will pe a plot upon you aal your tays, my son, and she'll not can help you, and it'll pe preaking her old heart." "Gien God thoucht the Cam'ells worth makin', daddy, I dinna see 'at I hae ony richt to compleen 'at I cam' o' them."
"'Tis a splendid tale; 'tis so desperate foolish," he would often say. Monday marnin' I wur to start early. Aal the village know'd I wur a-gwain, an' sum sed as how I shood be murthur'd avoor I cum back. On Sunday I called at the manur 'ouse an' asked cook if she hed any message vor Sairy Jane. She sed: "Tell Sairy Jane to look well arter 'e, Roger, vor you'll get lost, tuck in, an' done vor."
"Do 'e thenk as how you could do aal that, young man?" I sed. "No disrespect to 'e though, vor that don't argify; but I could ketch hold on 'e by the scroff o' yer neck an' the seat o' yer breeches, an' pitch 'e slick into the roadway among the iron." "Look heer, Meyster Turmot, you'll hev to pay twelve shillin' moor avoor you gwoes out o' heer, or Lunnon won't hold 'e to-night."
Yer honour wull joost be takin' the pits o' things in ta bothy, an' her nainsel' wull gang awa' an' no say naething aboot it at aal." "I'm not here to argue with you," cried the exciseman, getting impatient. "You're my prisoner. I confiscate everything here. If there's any resistance, I can summon help whenever I please. You'd best come quietly."
Yes, as she was saying, after ta ploody massacre at Culloden, her father had to hide himself away out of sight, and to forge himself I mean to put upon himself a name tat tidn't mean himself at aal.
Ford, but so Sal fancied with a sort of effort, which made her suspect that it was not his real name. "Yes, it be!" said George, who had followed the narrative with open- mouthed interest. "It be aal right. I knows. 'Twas a gentleman by the name of Ford as cried his pocket-book, and the vive-pound bill in the papers. 'Tis aal right.
Old Allister, your creat her own crandfather, was ta pest horseman ta worrlt efer saw, and he 'll nefer pe hafing ta trews to his own lecks nor ta saddle to his horse's pack. He 'll chust make his men pe strap on an old plaid, and he 'll pe kive a chump, and away they wass, horse and man, one peast, aal two of tem poth together."
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