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Half-an-hour after that, Crookit Caumill was shown into the ga'le-room with the message to Maister Robert that Maister Ericson was come, and wanted to see him. Robert pitched Hutton's Mathematics into the grate, sprung to his feet, all but embraced Crookit Caumill on the spot, and was deterred only by the perturbed look the man wore.
Crookit Caumill was a very human creature, and hadn't a fault but the drink, Miss Napier said. And very little of that he would have had if she had been as active as she was willing. 'What's the maitter, Caumill? asked Robert, in considerable alarm. 'Ow, naething, sir, returned Campbell. 'What gars ye look like that, than? insisted Robert. 'Ow, naething.
'Are thae a' ae body's? asked Robert. 'Troth are they. They're a' hers, I wat. Ye wad hae thocht she had been gaein' to The Bothie; but gin she had been that, there wad hae been a cairriage to meet her, said Crookit Caumill, the ostler.
Ye micht hae run awa' frae me lang or noo, an' a'body wad hae said ye did richt. Robert, play a spring. Absorbed in his own thoughts, Robert began to play The Ewie wi' the Crookit Horn. 'Hoots! hoots! cried Sandy angrily. 'What are ye aboot? Nae mair o' that. I hae dune wi' that. What's i' the heid o' ye, man? 'What'll I play than, Sandy? asked Robert meekly.
He wrote The Ecclesiastical History of Scotland from the Episcopalian point of view, and several songs of which The Reel of Tullochgorum and The Ewie wi' the Crookit Horn are the best known, and he also rendered some of the Psalms into Latin. He kept up a rhyming correspondence with Burns. Poet, b. near North Shields, and from childhood worked in the mines.
Meantime Shargar had rushed across the next street on his bare feet into the Crookit Wynd, terrifying poor old Kirstan Peerie, the divisions betwixt the compartments of whose memory had broken down, into the exclamation to her next neighbour, Tam Rhin, with whom she was trying to gossip: 'Eh, Tammas! that'll be ane o' the slauchtert at Culloden.
But hoo can a mither hate her ain bairn?" said Malcolm. "'Deed it's nae wonner ye sud speir, laddie! for it's weel kent 'at maist mithers, gien there be a shargar or a nat'ral or a crookit ane amo' their bairns, mak mair o' that ane nor o' a' the lave putten thegither as gien they wad mak it up till 'im, for the fair play o' the warl.
Ye can lay a train, ye ken." "I s' tak care o' that, General." "Scrumpie, ye bide no that far frae the draigon's den. Ye jist keep yer ee nae the crookit ane upo' her ootgoins an' incomins; or raither, ye luik efter her comin oot, an' we'll a' luik efter her gaein in again. Jist mak a regiment o' yer ain to watch her, and bring ye word o' her proceedins.
Your three songs, "Tullochgorum," "John of Badenyon," and "Ewie wi' the crookit Horn," go in this second number.
'I'm rare an' lucky that it's to be ma richt leg an' no the left, for that richt shank o' mine was aye a wee thing crookit at the knee, and didna dae credit tae the airchitecture o' tither ane. Thus, amid the rough encouragement of his fellows, and by no means unconscious of the dignity of his position, the Highland soldier was taken away to the operating-room.
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