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Updated: June 4, 2025
'Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Where at moonshine midnight hours, O'er the dewy bending flowers, Fairies dance sae cheery. 'Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Thou 'rt to Love and Heaven sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near, My bonnie Dearie. Fair and lovely as thou art, Thou hast stown my very heart; I can die but canna part, My bonnie Dearie.
"But the brood-hen," remonstrated Mysie "ou, she's sitting some gate aneath the dais in the hall, and I am feared to gae in in the dark for the dogle; and if I didna see the bogle, I could as ill see the hen, for it's pit-mirk, and there's no another light in the house, save that very blessed lamp whilk the Master has in his ain hand.
"The same as before," answers Bogle angrily. "A flea?" "I suppose." "But did you see him, Bogle?" "I told you, Mr. Hawkins, I did not." "Excuse me, that was on the first occasion." "Well, this was the same." "Same flea?" "I suppose." "Same time ten minutes past eleven?" "Yes." "Then all I can say is, he must have been a very punctual old flea." Exit Bogle, and with him his evidence.
"The boys was saying, sirr," observed Bogle tentatively, "that there was to be another grand battle soon." "It is more than likely," said Angus, with an air of profound wisdom. "Here we are in June, and we must take the offensive, sooner or later, or summer will be over." "What kind o' a battle will it be this time, sirr?" inquired Bogle respectfully.
Wauverley, put it a' into my hand frae the beginning frae the first calling o' the summons, as I may say. I circumvented them I played at bogle about the bush wi' them I cajoled them; and if I havena gien Inch-Grabbit and Jamie Howie a bonnie begunk, they ken themselves. Him a writer!
Ye needn't trouble yourself any more. He'll give me a warrant, I guess. And if I don't vote agin you next year, then my name aint Simon Bogle!" Away he trudged in a gnashing rage, muttering back his threats and reproaches, and Fabens turned into the house and enjoyed his early tea.
He has a story of a bogle in this road a horse-bogle, too that makes one creep." "Oh! I know that story," said Helbeck. "It used to be told of several roads about here. Old Wilson once said to me, 'When Aa wor yoong, ivery field an ivery lane wor fu o' bogles! It is strange how the old tales have died out, while a brand new one, like our own ghost story, has grown up." Laura murmured a "Yes."
I am not even yet informed as to what took place between Bogle and Tommy, further than that they struck up a warm and agreeable acquaintance; that they stopped in at a dozen places on their way up-town; that poor old Bogle got drunk and happy; that they went somewhere and took chances in a raffle, and that they got into a dispute over $2000 which Bogle said Tommy had helped to cheat him out of.
A't he could tell was that a sea deil, or sea bogle, or sea spenster, or sic-like, had clum up by the bowsprit, an' gi'en him ae cauld, uncanny look.
She had repossessed herself now of his other arm, only this time she was drawing him back, gently, helplessly back, to what they had tried, for the hour, to get away from just as he was consciously drawing the child, and as high Miss Bogle on her left, representing the duties of home, was complacently drawing HER. The duties of home, when the house in Portland Place reappeared, showed, even from a distance, as vividly there before them.
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