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There used to be forty thousand million people that seen the sun move from one side of the sky to the other every day. Did that prove that the sun DONE it?" "Course it did. En besides, dey warn't no 'casion to prove it. A body 'at's got any sense ain't gwine to doubt it. Dah she is now a sailin' thoo de sky, like she allays done."
I don't know what paved streets an' stall feedin' do for a man, but any one 'at's lived sixty year on the ground knows 'at this whole old earth is jest teemin' with work 'at's too big for anything but a God, an' a mighty BIG God at that!
"Now bless thee, bless thee, bless thee, sweet innocent, I would not change thee for e'en a cherub in heaven." "At's pooty," replied the infant, ignoring contemptuously, after the manner of infants, all remarks that did not interest him. "What is pretty here, my love, besides thee?" "Ookum-gars, said the boy, pointing to the hermit's breastplate. "Quot liberi, tot sententiunculae!"
Went South for winter, an' made friends 'at's been feedin', an' teachin' it to TRUST mankind. Back this spring in a night, an' struck that sumac over a month ago. Broke me all up first time I ever set eyes on it. "Biggest reddest redbird I ever saw; an' jest a master hand at king's English! Talk plain as you can!
"'At nane cud ken sae weel 's hersel' it was a damned lee. Wha is she?" "Wha but Meg Partan's Lizzy!" "Puir lassie! is that it? Eh, but I'm sorry for her! She never said it was me. An' whaever said it, surely ye dinna believe 't o' me, mem?" "Me believe 't! Malcolm MacPhail, wull ye daur insult a maiden wuman 'at's stude clear o' reproch till she's lang past the danger o' 't?
"But excep' she war ashamed o' 't, she wadna tak it sae muckle to hert to be remin't o' 't." "Mony ane's ashamed o' the consequences 'at's no ashamed o' the deed. Mony ane cud du the sin ower again, 'at canna bide the sicht or even the word o' 't. I hae seen a body 't wad steal a thing as sune's luik at it gang daft wi' rage at bein' ca'd a thief.
With his right hand he twirled it in a manner most dexterous and surprising; then suddenly he became severe. "You white boy, listen me!" he said. "Ef I went an did what I OUGHT to did, I'd march straight out 'iss stable, git a policeman, an' tell him 'rest you an' take you off to jail. 'At's what you need blowin' man's head off!
"Whaur's the guid o' ca'in' ill names,'uman?" "Ill's the trowth o' them 'at's ill. What for no set ill names to ill duers?" "Cause a christian 's b'un' to destroy the warks o' the evil ane; an' ca'in' names raises mair o' them. The only thing 'at maks awa' wi' ill, is the man himsel' turnin' again' 't, an' that he'll never du for ill names. Ye wad never gar me repent that gait, Grizzie.
Aye, aye sure enough 'at's she as yo're aw drivin afore yo hoontit like a wild beeast wi her grey hair streamin, and her hands tied Ah! and the old man gave a wild cry, which startled both the children to their feet. 'Conno yo hear her? eh, but it's enough to tear a body's heart out to hear an owd woman scream like that! He stopped, trembling, and listened, his hand hollowed to his ear.
That wad be jist yallow faced Willie ower again!* Na, na; things gang anither gait up there. My gran'father's a rale guid man, for a' 'at he has a wye o' luikin' at things 'at's mair efter the law nor the gospel."
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