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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Weel, sir, there micht hae been something like that intil 't! But I wantit sair to win at my bairn again; for i' that trance I lay in sae lang, I saw or h'ard something I took for an intimation that he was alive, and no that far awa. And wad ye believe't, sir? i' this vera hoose I fand him, and here I hae him, and I'm jist as happy the noo as I was meeserable afore!
I never see'd my old Major from that day to this; and it war only a month ago that I h'ard of his death. I honour his memory; and so, K'-yaptin, you see, thar's a sort of claim to old friendship between us."
"Cudna we gang an' see the maister the day?" said Blue Peter, changing the subject. He meant Mr Graham, the late schoolmaster of Portlossie, whom the charge of heretical teaching had driven from the place. "We canna weel du that till we hear whaur he is. The last time Miss Horn h'ard frae him, he was changin' his lodgin's, an' ye see the kin' o' a place this Lon'on is," answered Malcolm.
"And his mark, that you were talking of in such mysterious terms, what is that?" "Why, a dead Injun, to be sure, with Nick's mark on him, a knife-cut, or a brace of 'em, over the ribs in the shape of a cross. That's the way the Jibbenainosay marks all the meat of his killing. It has been a whole year now since we h'ard of him."
"We'll see wha tires o' this ghem first, my lord," she said as she sank into its hospitable embrace. The marquis turned to lock the door, but there was no key in it. Neither was there any chair within reach, and he was not fond of standing. Clearly, his enemy had the advantage. "Hae ye h'ard o' puir Sandy Graham hoo they're misguidin' him, my lord?" she asked with composure.
"But you haven't told me what is the matter at Scaurnose," said Malcolm impatiently. "Ow, it's jist this at this same's midsimmer day, an' Blew Peter, honest fallow! he's been for the last three month un'er nottice frae the factor to quit. An' sae, ye see, " "To quit!" exclaimed Malcolm. "Sic a thing was never h'ard tell o'!" "Haith! it's h'ard tell o' noo," returned the gatekeeper.
Malcolm laughed, and she could not help joining him. "Ye maun come the morn an' chise yer ain room i' the Hoose," he said. "What mean ye by that, laddie?" "'At ye'll hae to come an' bide wi' me noo." "'Deed an' I s' du naething o' the kin', Ma'colm. H'ard ever onybody sic nonsense? What wad I du wi' Jean? An' I cudna thole men-fowk to wait upo' me: I wad be clean affrontit."
"I never h'ard 'at tongues war cuttit shorter there nor ither gaits," said Donal; "but I didna mean ye ony offence." "There's nane ta'en, nor like to be," answered the woman. "Ken ye a place they ca' Mains o' Glashruach?" As she spoke she let go her shawl, and it opened from her face like two curtains. "Lord! it's the witch-wife!" cried Donal, retreating a pace in his astonishment.
At first, he war never h'ard of afar from our station; but he has begun to widen his range. Last year he left his marks down Salt River in Jefferson; and now, you see, he is striking game north of the Kentucky; and I've h'ard of them that say he kills Shawnees even in their own country; though consarning that I'll not be so partickelar.
Onybody nicht hae h'ard him sayin' them ower and ower til himsel', as gien he cudna weary o' them, but naebody but mysel' seemed to hae ta'en ony notice o' the same. I used whiles to won'er whether he fully un'erstude what he was sayin' but troth! hoo cud there be ony sense in sic havers?" "Was there ony mair o' the ballant?" asked Cosmo. "Gien there was mair; I h'ard na't," replied Grannie.
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