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Updated: April 30, 2025
Well, well, there's no tellin' how ignorant the wurruld can be. St. Droid aw, he was a good man that brought the two children of Chief Diarmid and Queen Moira together. You didn't know about them two? You niver h'ard of Chief Diarmid and Queen Moira and their two lovely children? Well, there it is, there's no sayin' how ignorant y'are if y'are not Irish. Aw no, they wasn't man and wife.
"I am right, I say: I remember it well, for although I wasn't there myself, my father was, an' I often h'ard him say God rest his sowl!" here he reverently took off his hat and looked upwards "I often h'ard him say that Paddy Keenan gave Mullin the first knock-down blow, an' Pether I mane no disrespect, but far from it give us your hand, man alive you're going to be married upon my shisther to-morrow, plaise God! masther, you'll come, remimber? you'll be as welcome as the flowers o' May, masther so, Pether, as I was sayin' I mane no offince nor disrespect to you or yours, for you are, an' ever was, a daisent family, an' well able to fight your corner when it came upon you but still, Pether an' for all that I say it an' I'll stand to it I'll stand it that's the chat! that, man for man, there never was one o' your seed, breed, or generation able to fight a Keenan that's the chat! here's luck!
Whan she got intil the doctor's gig and awa they drave, my hert grew cauld; I was like ane deid and beginnin to rot i' the grave. But that minute I h'ard, or it was jist as gien I h'ard I dinna mean wi' my lugs, but i' my hert, ye ken a v'ice cry, "Steenie!
A few there were besides who always had been, for reasons perhaps best known to themselves, less than friendly. The women were all cordial. "Sic a mad-like thing," said old Futtocks, who was now the leader of the assembly at the barn, "to gang scoorin' the cuintry on that mad brute o' a mere! What guid, think ye, can come sic like?" "H'ard ye him ever tell the story aboot Colonsay Castel yon'er?"
He was shown into the little parlour, which, for all the grander things he had been amongst of late, had lost nothing of its first charm. There sat Miss Horn. "Sit doon, Ma'colm," she said gruffly. "Hae ye h'ard onything, mem?" asked Malcolm, standing. "Ower muckle," answered Miss Horn, with all but a scowl. "Ye been ower to Gersefell, I reckon." "Forbid it!" answered Malcolm.
"Eh, my leddy!" broke in Annie Mair, who had waked up while they were speaking, "I wuss ye wad gar him tell ye that story, for my man he's h'ard 'im tell't, an' he says it's unco gruesome: I wad fain hear 't. Wauk up, Lizzy," she went on, in her eagerness waiting for no answer; "Ma'colm's gauin' to tell 's the tale o' the auld castel o' Colonsay.
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