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He may ken mair o't, either by villains on earth, or devils below I'll hae it frae him, if I should cut it out o' his mis-shapen bouk wi' my whinger." He then hastily gave directions to his comrades: "Four o' ye, wi' Simon, haud right forward to Graeme's-gap. If they're English, they'll be for being back that way.
I was at the winding of the corpse; and when the bluid was washed off, he was a bonny bouk of man's body." It may be easily believed that this ill-timed anecdote hastened the Master's purpose of quitting a company so evil-omened and so odious.
Ca' ye leein and hypocrisy a bit faut? I alloo the sin itsel mayna be jist damnable, but to what bouk mayna it come wi ither and waur sins upo the back o' 't? Wi leein, and haudin aff o' himsel, a man may grow a cratur no fit to be taen up wi the taings! Eh me, but my pride i' the laddie! It 'ill be sma' pride for me gien this fearsome thing turn oot to be true!"
By the grace o' Mercy, the horse swarved round, and I fell aff at the tae side as the ball whistled by at the tither, and the fell auld lord took the Whig such a swauk wi' his broadsword that he made twa pieces o' his head, and down fell the lurdance wi' a' his bouk abune me." "You were rather obliged to the old lord, I think," said Ravenswood.
"He has a look of auld Humphrey Ettercap, the tinkler, that perished in this very moss about five years syne," answered his superstitious companion; "but Humphrey wasna that awfu' big in the bouk." "Pass on your way," reiterated the object of their curiosity, "the breath of your human bodies poisons the air around me the sound of pour human voices goes through my ears like sharp bodkins."
Jamieson thus explains it: Bouk is the Scotch word for a lye used to steep foul linen in, before it is washed in water; the buckbasket, therefore, is the basket employed to carry clothes, after they have been bouked, to the washing-place. Sweet are the songs of Egypt on paper.
But the large lady was inspecting me, curiously, and gathering in her dressing-gown with her white arm. "Find your bouk, my friend," she repeated. "My poetry, d 'ye mean?" said the young man, also staring at me again. "Never mind your bouk," said his companion. "To-day we will talk. We will make some conversation. But we must not interrupt. Come;" and she turned away.
He looked at me foolishly, with his mouth open. "You shall have your coffee," said Miss Spencer, who had a faint red spot in each of her cheeks. "It is well!" said the lady in the dressing-gown. "Find your bouk," she added, turning to the young man. He gazed vaguely round the room. "My grammar, d 'ye mean?" he asked, with a helpless intonation.
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