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The old man, the minister, and Don walked about the bear in admiring procession. "Yon's a terrible gash," said Long John, pointing to a gaping wound in the breast. "Was that your Snider, Don?" "Not a bit of it, father. The bear's Hughie's. He killed him himself." "Losh me! And you don't tell me! And how did you manage that, Hughie?"
I knew the police by the green shoulder-straps. 'Arcoll, I managed to croak. 'For God's sake take me to Arcoll. The man whistled shrilly on his fingers, and a second rider came cantering down the road. As he came up I recognized his face, but could not put a name to it. 'Losh, it's the lad Crawfurd, I heard a voice say. 'Crawfurd, man, d'ye no mind me at Lourenco Marques? Aitken?
"It's clean havers aboot the muir. Losh keep's, we've a' sleepit oot and never been a hair the waur. "A' admit that England micht hae dune the job; it's no canny stravagin' yon wy frae place tae place, but Drums never complained tae me as if he hed been nippit in the Sooth."
But losh preserves a'! What's that?" Staring up the street towards the sunset, which coloured all their faces a red bronze, stood a group of townsfolk, momently increasing, from which, before Wattie's party could reach it, burst a general explosion of laughter. It was some moments, however, before they understood what was the matter, for the great mild sun shone full in their eyes.
Without any preliminary it ran: "A sairgeant-pilot, feelin' sair, A spitefu' thing may do, An' so I come to you once mair That I may say an' true As you looked doon on me ane day, Now I look doon on you! "You, fra your height of pride an' clan Heard your high spirit ca', An' so you scorned the common man I saw yeer sweet face fa'; But, losh! I'm just that mighty high I can't see you at a'!"
"They're kittle cattle, the women," said the farmer of Craigiebuckle son of the Craigiebuckle mentioned elsewhere a little gloomily. "I've often thocht maiterimony is no onlike the lucky bags th' auld wifies has at the muckly. There's prizes an' blanks baith inside, but, losh, ye're far frae sure what ye'll draw oot when ye put in yer han'."
"I say," he said presently with ingenuous frankness, "I asks your pardon for what I said to you yesterday. I dessay you make a very good Sec'tary, and Losh! the Lord Mayor himself mightn't have dared to strike that d d fine Court spark. They say he has fought twenty duels." "You have my full forgiveness," said Landless, smiling. "That's right!" cried the other, relieved.
'Lat me gang, Robert, gasped Shargar. 'Losh, man! ye'll be on Black Geordie in anither ten meenits, an' me ahin' ye upo' Reid Rorie. An' faith gin we binna at Stanehive afore the Dutchman wi' 's boddom foremost, it'll be the faut o' the horse and no o' the men. Robert's heart gave a bound of hope. 'Hoo 'ill ye get them, Shargar? he asked eagerly.
Billy Bones! Hae ye no flints f'r the lads that ride? Losh, mon, we'll no be ganging north the day, an' ye bide droolin' there wi' the blitherin' Jacobites!" "The flints are in McBarron's wagon! Wait, wait, Francy McCraw!" And he hurried away, bawling for the teamster McBarron. "Sir George," I said, "take the chance, in Heaven's name, for I shall not go. Don't dispute; don't stand there!
Girdle, a griddle. Glengarry bonnet, a small cap without visor. Greet, weep. Guddling, catching fish with the hands. Isna, is not. Keek, a peep. Ken, know. Kilmarnock bonnet, a tam-o'-shanter. Kirk, church. Biro, a churn. Kist, a chest. Laird, a lord, a landed proprietor. Laverock, the lark. Limmer, a mischievous person. Losh, an exclamation. Loup, to leap. Lug, ear.
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