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Updated: July 26, 2025
Sholto had some difficulty in making himself heard athwart the ponderous wooden gates, bossed with leather and studded with iron. At first he shouted angrily to the silences, but presently nearer and nearer came a bellow as of a brazen bull, thunderous and far echoing. "Fower o' the clock and a braw, braw morning."
'Ye ill-mennered tyke! she said; 'what richt hae ye to tak the place o' yer betters? Gang awa doon wi' ye, and wait. What for sud ye tak advantage o' your fower legs to his twa, and him the maister o' ye! But, eh man, ye're a fine doggie, and I canna bide the thoucht 'at yer langest day maun be sae short, and tak ye awa hame sae lang afore the lave o' 's!
It's my turn to hae a secret noo! But ye ken weel it's lang sin' there's been onything to be gotten by bidin' at hame." "Eh, but, sir! ye're never gaein' to lea' the laird! Bide an' dee wi' him, sir." "God bless ye, Grizzie! Hae ye ony baubees?" "Ay; what for no! I hae sax shillin's, fower pennies, an' a baubeefardin'!" answered Grizzie, in the tone of a millionaire.
"Wanting the hat," continues my author, Kirstie, whom I but haltingly follow, for she told this tale like one inspired, "wanting guns, for there wasna twa grains o' pouder in the house, wi' nae mair weepons than their sticks into their hands, the fower o' them took the road.
"Weel, there's ae thing clear: ye'll never ken what to do sae lang's ye hing on aboot a stable, fu' o' fower fittet animals wantin' sense an' some twa fittet 'at has less." "I doobt ye're richt there, mem; and gien I cud but tak puir Kelpie awa' wi' me " "Hoots! I'm affrontit wi ye. Kelpie quo he! Preserve's a'! The laad 'ill lat his ain sister gang, an' bide at hame wi' a mere!"
And just at that moment, in Janet's room, which was neist to his, there cam' a stramp o' feet as if men were wars'lin', an' then a loud bang; an' then a wund gaed reishling round the fower quarters of the house; an' then a' was aince mair as seelent as the grave. Mr. Soulis was feared for neither man nor deevil.
I asked him what was the trouble, though indeed that was clear enough. 'The trouble is that I'm no sober. Last nicht my dochter Merran was waddit, and they danced till fower in the byre. Me and some ither chiels sat down to the drinkin', and here I am. Peety that I ever lookit on the wine when it was red! I agreed with him about bed. 'It's easy speakin', he moaned.
"No lamb could come milder than Godby, aye lambs, doves and babes is roaring lions compared wi' Godby so easy does it. What is't this time, codgers?" "Fower hours i' the pillory, three i' the stocks, and a month in Maidstone jail and that's what!" "And enough too!" growled Roger the landlord, clenching hairy fist and glancing furtively towards a rusty sword suspended above the hearth.
That's a michty genteel thing, I've heard." It turned out that Jess was right in every particular. Leeby was at the fire brandering a quarter of steak on the tongs, when the house was flung into consternation by Hendry's casual remark that he had seen Tibbie Mealmaker in the town with her man. "The Lord preserv's!" cried Leeby. Jess looked quickly at the clock. "Half fower!" she said, excitedly.
"How many are left?" I asked. "Three, fower, no abune a score and a half," said he, running his eye over the lessened flocks. "I maun try to tak twae at a time." So for ten minutes he struggled with a double burden, and panted painfully at each return. Then with a sudden swift look up-stream he broke off and stood up.
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