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Updated: May 15, 2025
My puir Earnest has told me that my light has aften shewed him his bearing frae the deadly bed o' Dunskaith. That last gun" for a third was now heard booming over the mingled roar of the sea and the wind "that last gun came frae the very rock edge. Wae's me, wae's me! maun they perish, an' sae near!"
'I come here whiles, she answered, 'to be my lane and read a bit. It's sae quaiet. Eternity seems itsel to come and hide in 't whiles. I'm tempit whiles to bide a' nicht. 'Isna 't awfu' cauld? 'Na, no aften that. It's fine and warm i' the winter. And I can licht a fire whan I like. But ye hae na yer coat on, Francie! I oucht na to hae latten ye bide sae lang!
But ye'll be for keeping rather a mair house than puir auld Milnwood that's gave; and, indeed, I would approve o' your eating butchermeat maybe as aften as three times a-week, it keeps the wind out o' the stamack."
"Have you seen Annie Anderson to-day, Mr Bruce?" asked his mother. "'Deed no, mem. She doesna aften trouble huz wi' her company. We're no gran' eneuch for her." "Hasn't she been here to-day?" repeated Mrs Forbes, with discomposure in her look and tone. "Hae ye tint her, mem?" rejoined Bruce. "That is a peety. She'll be awa' wi' that vaigabone, Willie Macwha. He was i' the toon last nicht.
It's no that aften they want onything o' me ayont the fair words a' God's craturs luik for frae ane anither, but whiles they do want me, and I'm thinkin they want me the nicht. I maun be gaein! 'Hoots, laddie! returned his mother, 'what can they be wantin, thae gran' offishers, o' siclike as you? Sit ye doon, and bide till they cry ye plain. I wud fain hae ye safe i' the hoose the nicht!
'I did a' for him that I kent hoo to do, said Mrs. Falconer, reflectingly. 'Nicht an' mornin' an' aften midday prayin' for an' wi' him. 'Maybe ye scunnert him at it, grannie. She gave a stifled cry of despair. 'Dinna say that, laddie, or ye'll drive me oot o' my min'. God forgie me, gin that be true. I deserve hell mair nor my Anerew.
I'll warrant Nell winna care how aften ye gang to Abernethy." "I hae nae time to tell ye aboot it enow," said Jock; "but I'll maybe tell ye afterhend and mind, as your name's Sandy Crawford, dinna ye speak aboot it; and I'll gie ye as muckle market-fare as ye can devour, gin mid-simmer."
But ye'll be for keeping rather a mair house than puir auld Milnwood that's gave; and, indeed, I would approve o' your eating butchermeat maybe as aften as three times a-week, it keeps the wind out o' the stamack."
Ay, he wad come hame, aften as drunk as man cud be, but hame he cam. Sleep intil the efternune o' the neist day he wad, but never oot o' 's nain bed or if no aye in his ain nakit BED, for I fan' him ance mysel' lyin' snorin' upo' the flure, it was aye intil 's ain room, as I say, an' no in ony strange place drunk or sober.
Her back was turned to her father and brothers. Hardy sang the popular "Folkevise," beginning "Det var en Lørdag aften Jeg sad og vented dig Du loved mig at komme vist Men kom dog ej til mig." This song of the people possesses a rare plaintiveness, and describes how a peasant girl had expected her lover, but he came not, and her grief at seeing him with a rival.
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