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"Goot Maister Edies Ochiltrees" "Edie Ochiltree, nae maister your puir bedesman and the king's," answered the Blue-Gown. "Awell den, goot Edie, what do you think of all dis?" "Indeed, Edie, mine honest friends, dat is very true; only I did not know, dat is, I was not sure, where to find the gelt myself."
I have had mony a thought, that when I fand mysell auld and forfairn, and no able to enjoy God's blessed air ony langer, I wad drag mysell here wi' a pickle ait-meal; and see, there's a bit bonny dropping well that popples that self-same gate simmer and winter; and I wad e'en streek mysell out here, and abide my removal, like an auld dog that trails its useless ugsome carcass into some bush or bracken no to gie living things a scunner wi' the sight o't when it's dead Ay, and then, when the dogs barked at the lone farm-stead, the gudewife wad cry, Whisht, stirra, that'll be auld Edie, and the bits o' weans wad up, puir things, and toddle to the door to pu' in the auld Blue-Gown that mends a' their bonny-dies But there wad be nae mair word o' Edie, I trow."
"Robbed! wha wad do sic a deed here? Murdered! od ye speak pretty blithe for a murdered man Put in fear! what put you in fear, Mr. Dousterswivel?" "I will tell you, Maister Poinder Aikwood Ringan, just dat old miscreant dog villain blue-gown, as you call Edie Ochiltrees."
"Gin I had a true freen the noo! to gang down the wynd, an' find if it war but an auld Abraham o' a blue-gown, wi' a bit crowd, or a fizzle-pipe, to play me the Bush aboon Traquair! Na, na, na; it's singing the Lord's song in a strange land, that wad be; an' I hope the application's no irreverent, for ane that was rearit amang the hills o' God, an' the trees o' the forest which he hath planted.
"I was gi'en to understand it was auld Edie that saved them," said Mrs. Heukbane "Edie Ochiltree, the Blue-Gown, ye ken; and that he pu'd the hale three out of the auld fish-pound, for Monkbarns had threepit on them to gang in till't to see the wark o' the monks lang syne." "Hout, lass, nonsense!" answered the postmistress; "I'll tell ye, a' about it, as Caxon tell'd it to me.
"And, Edie where would ye go?" said the young lady. "Our business, Edie? Alas! I give you all credit for your good meaning; but" "There's nae buts about it, my leddy, for gang I maun," said the persevering Blue-Gown. "But what is it that you would do at Tannonburgh? or how can your going there benefit my father's affairs?"
"The Lord bless your honour," began the Blue-Gown, with the genuine mendicant whine, "and long life to you! weel pleased am I to hear that young Captain M'Intyre is like to be on his legs again sune Think on your poor bedesman the day." "Aha, old true-penny!" replied the Antiquary.
"Robbed! wha wad do sic a deed here? Murdered! od ye speak pretty blithe for a murdered man Put in fear! what put you in fear, Mr. Dousterswivel?" "I will tell you, Maister Poinder Aikwood Ringan, just dat old miscreant dog villain blue-gown, as you call Edie Ochiltrees."
"Upon my word these are awful and unnatural times! the very bedesmen and retainers of his Majesty are the first to break his laws. Here has been an old Blue-Gown committing robbery I suppose the next will reward the royal charity which supplies him with his garb, pension, and begging license, by engaging in high-treason, or sedition at least But bring him in."
"Upon my word these are awful and unnatural times! the very bedesmen and retainers of his Majesty are the first to break his laws. Here has been an old Blue-Gown committing robbery I suppose the next will reward the royal charity which supplies him with his garb, pension, and begging license, by engaging in high-treason, or sedition at least But bring him in."
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