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Updated: September 8, 2025
Sinsyne woods have been plantit, and have grawn up and are bonny trees, and the joes sit in their shadow, and sinsyne auld estates have changed hands, and there have been wars and rumours of wars on the face of the earth. And here I'm still like an auld droopit craw lookin' on and craikin'! But, Mr. Erchie, do ye no think that I have mind o' it a' still?
Every liegeman in the town must arm, mount, and ride this instant to Edinburgh. I give you fair warning. You hear my words, I will not enter your rascal town. But if so much as one be wanting at the muster, I swear in the name of my master that his house shall be burned with fire and razed to the ground, and his wife be a widow or ever the cock craw on another Sabbath morn!"
"I've my ain craw to pick wi' Gourlay," he went on. "He was damned ill-bred yestreen when I asked him to settle my account, and talked about extortion. But bide a wee, bide a wee! I'll enjoy the look on his face when he sees himself forced to carry for you, at a rate lower than the market price."
She felt like a swimmer in a swift current when the deep waters are closing over his head. "Now tell her you ain't good enough for her, that you've got no sand in yore craw, and she's to go with me," ordered Houck. "No." Young Dillon's voice came dry from a throat like cotton. The big man caught Bob's wrist and slowly twisted. The boy gave an agonized howl of pain.
Another man, one not visible to the cowpuncher, was announcing a decision and giving an order. "Hook up the horses, Shorty. He's got his neck bowed and he won't sign. All right. I'll get the durn fool up in the hills and show him whether he will or won't." "I could 'a' told you he had sand in his craw." Shorty was speaking. He too was beyond the range of Dave's vision.
Hadria, disregarding her mother's glance of admonition, accompanied the visitor to the farm of Craw Gill, having first given directions to old Maggie to put together a few things that Miss Du Prel would require for the night. Hadria's popularity at the farm, secured her new friend a welcome. Mrs.
For, as the auld sang says, Her hair was like the craw, An' her ble was like the snaw, An' her bow bendit lip Was like the rose hip, An' her ee was like the licht'nin', Glorious an' fricht'nin'. But a' that wad sune be ower! "Aboot this time, ae day i' the gloamin', there cam on sic an awfu' storm, 'at the fowk o' the castel war frichtit 'maist oot o' their wits.
"I suspect she wanted to steal chickens or something," Hadria was goaded into suggesting, and the interview ended painfully. When Hadria went to Craw Gill, next morning, to enquire for Miss Du Prel, Mrs. McEwen said that the visitor had breakfasted in bed. The farmer's wife also informed Miss Fullerton that the lady had decided to stay on at Craw Gill, for some time.
"'It's no fair bet, says Brother Crow, 'because you are a bigger man than I am, and it stands to reason that you have got more wind in your craw than I have, but I shall give you one trial if I split my gizzard, says he. "Yes," remarked Mr. Rabbit, scratching his head thoughtfully, "those were the very words he used 'if I split my gizzard, says he.
If you will pass your word to do your share of the work, as I believe you will, I shall cast off those irons this instant and put you second in command. There will then be five of us, all able-bodied men, to get her in to the Cape." "Of all the slumgullion I ever had stick in my craw, this beats me," observed the prisoner, in his even tone, without taking his eyes off Sackett.
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