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I wasn't coming back here to-morrow night. I don't like sleeping in the woods and having my rest disturbed by hoots and whistles." "I suppose you don't," Simon Screecher admitted. "And I shouldn't care to try to sleep at the farmyard in the daytime and he waked by gobbles." "I wish you would come down to the farmyard," Turkey Proudfoot told him.
"I have heard much of the virtues of the Highlanders of late, but this surprises me." "Hoots! Murderers?" she cried. "No such silly Saxon whimsies. They've got as many virtues as any Englisher that ever snivelled prayer and shortened yardstick. Murderers! Hoots, my mannie! Just removers of difficulties!"
"An' preserve's a'! what set ye lauchin' in sic a fearsome fashion as yon? Ye're surely no fey!" "Na, I'm no fey, Grizzle! Ye wad hae lauchen yersel' to see Jeames Gracie's coo wi' the mune atween the hin' an' the fore legs o' her. It was terrible funny." "Hoots! I see naething to lauch at i' that. The puir coo cudna help whaur the mune wad gang. The haivenly boadies is no to be restricket."
The masks were fastened to their heads before leaving the lodge by means of a string and a lock of their hair, and they were then thrown back from the head. After a little indulgence in their hoots they all left the lodge. The invalid entered the lodge and, stepping upon a piece of white cotton which had been laid diagonally across the rug to the northeast and southwest, took off his clothing.
Keep your een well doon the coorse, man." He began to swing as if he meant to murder the wee ba', and I strained my een. I heard him strike, and I looked awa' doon the coorse, as he had bid me do. But never hide nor hair o' the ba' did I see. It was awesome. "Hoots, Mac," I said, "ye must ha' hit it an awfu' swipe. I never saw it after you hit it." He was smiling, but no as if he were amused.
The owl hooted as he passed, and from the thicket came the angry snarl of wolves. "How human!" he bitterly exclaimed. "Hoots and hungry howls, all along life's path a weird pilgrimage in the dark." He nodded, his head bowing almost to the saddle-bow, then awoke humming, he knew not why, "As long as the heart knows passion. As long as life, as long."
The young lawyer stepped from the doorway in front of the cashier, who retired. A roar of rage swept the crowd. Howls, curses, catcalls, hisses, hoots and yells were hurled into his face. It was a new experience in Stuart's life. He flushed red, stood for a moment surveying the mob with growing anger, and lifted his hand for silence. The answer was a storm of hisses.
Now is my opportunity to angle for its meaning. If I ask, boldly, what was chat word she used just now, something like 'bilbie' or 'silvendy'? she blushes, and says she never said anything so common, or hoots! it is some auld-farrant word about which she can tell me nothing. Or maybe to-day she sees whither I am leading her, and such is her sensitiveness that she is quite hurt.
It's weel kent ower a' Glamerton, Mr Bruce, in what mainner you and yer haill hoose hae borne yersels to that orphan lassie; and I'll gang into ilka chop, as I gang doon the street, that is, whaur I'm acquant, and I'll jist tell them whaur I'm gaun, and what for." The thing which beyond all others Bruce dreaded was unremunerative notoriety. "Hoots!
"Do ye think ye're like him, Tibbie?" said Annie with a smile, which Tibbie at once detected in the tone. "Hoots, bairn! I had the pock dreidfu', ye ken." "Weel, maybe we a' hae had something or ither that hauds us ohn been sae bonny as we micht hae been. For ae thing, there's the guilt o' Adam's first sin, ye ken." "Verra richt, bairn.
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