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"Oh, man, Peter! it's in my mind ye'll no hear sic pipin' again, forbye there's nae man Hielander nor Lowlander has juist the trick o' the 'warblers' like me, an' it's no vera like we shall e'er meet again i' this warld, man, Peter. But I'll aye think o' ye away there in Glenure, when I play the 'Wullie Wallace' bit tune I'll aye think o' ye, Peter, man."
Laddies, was't at the Black Bull they're expectin' me?" "The very place, Bailie; but ye maun say juist a word at the Seminary in passin'," and Speug signalled to a ticket-collector who had just come upon the scene. "Would ye mind helpin' Bailie MacConachie oot o' the carriage, for he's forgotten an engagement at the Seminary, and he's juist a wee thingie faint with the heat?"
'It's no an army, says one o' them, 'but juist a rabble, and a' depends on one man. 'You're right there, answers the other, 'if he falls all is over. Then they said something to one another I couldn't catch, and then one stretched himself, as I took it by his kicking a stone into the river, and rose, saying, 'By heaven! we'll manage it. The other laughed as he rose too, and as they went away the last words I heard were, 'The devil, Jack, is more likely to be our friend. Notice this, my lord, every word in the English tongue, as fine and smooth spoken as ye like.
He caught hold of it, and we brought up. 'Rest for three minutes now, he said. 'We're in fairly good time. It was 11.10. I ate some biscuits and took a nip of whisky while Davies prepared for the next stage. We had reached the eastern outlet of Memmert Balje, the channel which runs east and west behind Juist Island, direct to the south point of Memmert.
"'The minister is at dinner, says she, 'and can't be disturbed; he sees no one at the door. "'It's reeligion a 'm come aboot, says Clockie, stickin' in his foot tae keep the door open, 'an' a'll juist wait at the fire.
There was thanksgiving in the parish for three days after he died!" said the old lady by way of an anticlimax. Winsome looked very much as if she wished to say something, which brought down her grandmother's wrath upon her. "Noo, lassie, is't you or me that's haein' a veesit frae this young man? Ye telled me juist the noo that he had come to see me.
So, wishfu' tae keep this bit hoosie tae mysel' seein' 't was haunted as they ca' it I juist kep' up the illusion on account o' trampers, wanderin' gypsies, an' sic-like dirty tykes. Eh! but 'twas fair graund tae see 'em rinnin' awa' as if the de'il were after them, spierin' back o'er their shoulders, an' a' by reason of a bit squeakie o' the pipes, here. An' so, sir, ye hae it."
"A 'm no sure that he 's been at mony denners though, Becca, for he hardly kent what he wes daein'. A' juist pit the potatoes on his plate, for he never lat on he saw me; an' as for wine, a' cudna get a word oot o' him." "Ye 're lilted above ordinary concerns, John, an' it's no tae be expeckit that a beadle sud notice the way o' a lad wi' a lass," and Becca nodded her head with much shrewdness.
"Ye'll be back, Marcella. Very glad ye'll be tae come back, an' ye'll find me here, juist the same. Things change little. It takes millions of years to change everything save folk's spirits. I'll never change, till His hand straightens me oot some day for a buryin'. But ye'll be changed, Marcella, like Lashnagar things will have cropped out in ye, and things will have walked over ye."
"It juist took a grip o' me," replied TAMMAS, without moving a muscle; "it flashed upon me 'at he'd no stand that auld song. That's where the humour o' it comes in." "Ou, ay," added HENDRY, "Thrums is the place for rale humour." On the whole, I agree with him. SUGGESTIVE. My Musical Experiences, by BETTINA WALKER, will probably be followed by My Eye, by BETTINA MARTIN. Young Spark.
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