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Updated: June 8, 2025


"Dinna ye think aboot savin' yer ain sowl noo, Maister Graham?" said Bow o' meal, returning on their track. "No, I don't. I've forgotten all about that. I only desire and pray to do the will of my God which is all in all to me." "What say ye than aboot the sowls o' ither fowk? Wadna ye save them, no?" "Gladly would I save them but according to the will of God.

"What for didna ye tell me what fowk was sayin' aboot me anent Lizzy Findlay?" "'Cause I didna believe a word o' 't, an' I wasna gaein' to add to yer troubles." "Lizzy never mootit sic a thing?" "Never." "I was sure o' that! Noo I 'll awa' to Kirkbyres God help me! I wad raither face Sawtan an' his muckle tyke. But dinna ye expec' ony news. Gien yon ane kens, she's a' the surer no to tell.

"Wha wad hae thoucht it o' 'im? There's fowk 'at it sets weel to tak upo' them! His father, honest man, wad ne'er hae spoken like that to Meg Partan; but syne he was an honest man, though he was but the heid shepherd upo' the estate. Man, I micht hae been yer mither gien I had been auld eneuch for 's first wife, for he wad fain hae had me for 's second."

"Weel, Robert, I dinna think there's muckle guid in luikin' to what fowk micht or micht not expec' o' ye." "That's jist what I was thinkin' mysel'; for, ye see, I hae a sma' family o' my ain to haud chowin' already." "Nae doot nae doot. But " "Ay, ay; I ken what ye wad say. "Do ye what's richt, Robert Bruce, and sae defy fowk and fairy." "Na, na, that winna aye work.

But the like o' you, Laird, that's a real gentleman for sae mony hundred years, and never hunds puir fowk aff your grund as if they were mad tykes, nane o' our fowk wad stir your gear if ye had as mony capons as there's leaves on the trysting-tree. And now some o' ye maun lay down your watch, and tell me the very minute o' the hour the wean's born, an I'll spae its fortune.

But the moment fowk says wha I am ye touch na a poun'-not' mair, an' I coont mysel' free to pursue onything I can pruv agane ye." Mrs. Catanach attempted a laugh of scorn, but her face was gray as putty and its muscles declined response. "Ay or no?" said Malcolm. "I winna gar ye sweir, for I wad lippen to yer aith no a hair."

And what's the use o' knees, but to gang doon upo'? Gang hame, and gang doon upo' yer ain, Jeames; and dinna disturb ither fowk that ken what theirs was made for." Thus admonished, the weaver dared not linger. As he turned to shut the door, he wished the mason good night, but received no answer. Thomas had sunk forward upon the chair, and had already drawn his plaid over his head.

"Some fowk says, sir,'at the age o' mirracles is ower.

He wad never hae made sic a sicht o' bonny things to lat them lie wi'oot onybody to gaither them! An' there's nae ill fowk the furth at this time o' nicht, ta mak an oogly din, or disturb him wi' the sicht o' them. He maun come oot i' the quaiet o' the nicht, or else what's 't a' for? That 'll be what the deep sleep fa's upo' men for, doobtless to haud them oot o' his gait! Eh!

"Mind ye," he declared fervently, "I'm no' settin' mysel' up even wi' the minister. I regard him as mair important than me far mair important," he affirmed, with reckless humility, "but the elders, they are juist common fowk like mysel'. An' at times they are mair than common. Me an' the minister bear a deal frae the elders. He aye bids me to bear wi' them, an' I aye bid him no' to mind.

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