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For that evening, when it grew a little more towards dusk, they would make their first cast with their net. Yes; and that evening, when it had quite turned to dusk, the people of Erisaig were startled with a new proclamation. 'Cuddies' is the familiar name in those parts for young saithe. 'Trawling, again, means there the use of an ordinary seine. 'Fleein' a dragon' flying a kite.
"'Will he never come? she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's feet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air. "'The Lord be praised! said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder as the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his horse's mooth.
We poored a drappie brandie doon baith their throats; an' Sandy opened his een an' says, "Ay; I've been an awfu' blackgaird; I have that!" He had come doon wi' the back o' his heid on a biscuit tin fu' o' peyse meal, an' had smashed the tin an' sent the meal fleein' a' ower the hoose. But the cratur had gotten an awfu' tnap on the back o' the heid, an' he was bluidin' gey sair.
It's fleein' here to this tea-meetin' an stravagin' yonder to some bit choir practise, an' here awa, there awa, until Ah dinna ken what's to be the end o' it! Aye, an' the next thing they've gotten intill their bit heids is that they must get a bit o' an idolatrous music boax for the kirk! Yon bit thistle heid o' a schoolmaister cam' till me aboot the thing the day; what d'ye think o' yon?"
"Well," replied Tam cautiously, "A' do an' A' doon't it's for ma frien', Fitzroy McGinty, the celebrated MacMuller mairderer." Galbraith looked at him with laughter in his eyes. "Fitzroy McGinty? And who the devil is Fitzroy McGinty?" Tam cleared his throat "Ma frien' Fitzroy McGinty is, like Tam, an oornament o' the Royal Fleein' Coor.
"'Cause the flag's fleein'. Whaur is he?" "Gin ye ken sae muckle aboot him already, ye can jist fin' him to yersel'!" "The bick's oot!" panted Linkum. But Mary shut the door. "Here's a job!" said Linkum to himself. "I canna gang throu a steekit door. And there's Juno wi' the rin o' the haill toun. Deil tak her!"
We were sittin' enjoyin' a crack, an' lookin' oot at the windas, watchin' the bairns in their coaches, an' the birds fleein' aboot as happy as crickets, huntin' for wirms amon' the young girss. "The Meadows look very pretty i' the noo," said Mester Blair. "The very birds enjoy the fresh green grass." "They do that," put in Sandy. "It's a treat to see them, puir things.
Weel, as he cam ower the wast end o' the Black Hill, ae day, he saw first twa, an syne fower, an' syne seeven corbie craws fleein' round an' round abune the auld kirkyaird. They flew laigh and heavy, an' squawked to ither as they gaed; and it was clear to Mr. Soulis that something had put them frae their ordinar.
The muddle o' the Grampians iss but a wildish place, an' it wass there my father had his sheep-farm an' that I first made the acquaintance o' the muir-cock an' the grouse. O man! but there's no place like the Heeland hills after a', though the wild-woods here iss not that bad. Tonal', man, catch hold o' that bush an' draw close in to the bank. There's a flock comin', an' they're fleein' low."
"It means fleein', I suppose." "Well, he means some musician or other." "Of coorse: it maun be Jubal I ken a' the words but fugue; though I canna tell what business instinct an' proportions hae there." "It's describing how the man's fingers, playing a fugue on the organ, I suppose, " "A fugue 'll be some kin' o' a tune, than?
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