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Often, when, having imagined he had solved some difficulty of faith or action, presently the same would return in a new shape, as if it had but taken the time necessary to change its garment, he would say to himself with a sigh, "The coo's no ower the mune yet!" and set himself afresh to the task of shaping a handle on the infinite small enough for a finite to lay hold of.
"Ay, Sandy," says I, "you'll go an' get the swine suppered an' your ither jobs dune, an', gin ten o'clock were here, you'll get a coo's drink, wi' plenty o' pepper in't, an' get to your bed. Thae washin'-hoose argeymints are affectin' your nervous system, I'm dootin'. Rin, noo, an' see an' stick in."
He continued to hold Hornie's tail for some time, as if he wished to give her some further information on the theory of beauty, as understood in the "laich" end of the parish. Saunders saw him from afar, and cried out to him down the length of the byre, "Are ye gaun to mak' a watch-guard o' that coo's tail, Ebie? ye look fell fond o't."
The minister, who had looked upon his intention rather in the light of natural impulse, felt the less inclination for the task. 'Are you not afraid of being beaten? he asked. 'Aweel' an air of profound reflection 'I'm thinking I can even it ony day wi' ridin' on a coo's back when she'll rin like yon.
Saunders thereupon let go Flecky's tail, who instantly switched it into Meg's face with a crack like a whip. "Ye great muckle senseless hullion!" exclaimed Meg, "gin ye are nae use in the byre, gang oot till ye can learn to keep haud o' a coo's tail! Ye hae nae mair sense than an Eerishman!" There was a pause.
I've a little horn convaniency here, that holds half-a-pint, nice measure." I don't imagine that our worthy friend participated in Quill's admiration of the "convaniency," for he added, in a dry tone: "Ye may as weel tak your liquor frae a glass, like a Christian, as stick your nose in a coo's horn."
Cosmo, the han' o' man's been that heavy upo' me 'at coo efter coo's gane frae me, an' the last o' them, bonny Yally, left only thestreen. Ye'll hae to drink cauld watter, my bairn!" Again the old man's heart overcame him; his head sank, and he murmured, "Lord, I haena a drap o' milk to gie my bairn me 'at wad gie 'im my hert's bluid!
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