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Updated: June 23, 2025


When he gets his hand in there's naething he's no fit for wi' time. My ain laddie and the Doctor's we maunna forget him it's his classics he hes, every book o' them. The Doctor 'ill be lifted when he comes back on Saturday. A'm thinkin' we'll hear o't on Sabbath. And Drumsheugh, he'll be naither to had nor bind in the kirk-yard.

"A month syne there wesna a stronger man in the Glen than Saunders, an' noo he wes juist a bundle o' skin and bone, that naither saw nor heard, nor moved nor felt, that kent naethin' that was dune tae him.

He took his short black pipe out of his mouth, spat into the burning sods and added: "I wondther if it's as quare t' everybody, Anna?" "Ochane," she replied, "it's quare t' poor craithers who haave naither mate, money nor marbles, nor chalk t' make th' ring." There had been but one job that day a pair of McGuckin's boots.

"Hoo's gran'mamma?" asked Cosmo. "Ow, duin' weel eneuch, sir weirin awa' bonny. She has naither pang nor knowledge o' sorrow to tribble her. The Lord grant the sowls o' 's a' sic anither lowsin'!" "Hae ye naething better nor cauld watter to gie 'im a drink o', Grizzie, wuman?" asked the laird, but in mere despair.

Ye daurna say he didna du his best for her here, and wull he no du his best for her there as weel? 'Doobtless, Dauvid! But ye fricht me! It souns jist rank papistry naither mair nor less! What can he du? He canna dee again for ane 'at wudna turn til 'im i' this life! The thing's no to be thoucht! 'Hoo ken ye that, wuman? Ye hae jist thoucht it yersel!

Purcel mark me you, too, Hourigan I know no man, sir, in my capacity of a magistrate hem hem! only according to the merits I am as much the poor man's friend as I am the rich man's, and of the two more: if I lane at all, which I don't, it is to the poor man; but as an impartial man magistrate I mane I know naither rich or poor.

"But hand in hand we'll go," sang Eva, "And sleep thegither at the foot, Joh n Ander son, my jo o." "Oh, don't!" said Adam, with a sudden grasp on her wrist. "My God! one must go first; and I could naither leave you nor close these eyes of yours." He put his other hand across his eyelids, his lower features wincing.

"It's jist a hoax, Anna, some oul bitch said it an' th' others cackle it from doore to doore. I've naither wife nor wain, chick nor chile, I ate th' bread ov loneliness an' keep m' own company an' jist bekase I don't blether wi' th' gossoons th' think I'm uncanny. Isn't that it, Jamie, eh!" "Aye, ye're right, Willie, it's quare what bletherin' fools there are in this town!"

"I min' naething aboot it but jist that muckle," said his father. "And I can think o' naething but that bonny lassie lyin there afore me naither deid nor alive! I jist won'er, Jeames, that ye're no as concernt, and as fillt wi' doobt and even dreid anent it as I am mysel!" "We're all in the hands of the God who created life and death," returned James, in a pious tone. The father held his peace.

Me friends can't lave me house an' naither boite nor sup; turn yer backs an' ye plaze, till Oi get on me skirt. An' whin Oi wuz up an' dacint an' tould them they could luk, Oi sez, 'It's the foinest Lung balm in the land ye shall taste, an' the littlest feller he starts a-coughin', oh, a turrible cough it fair scairt me, like a hoopin' croup an' the other seemed just mad, and the littlest wan made fun av him.

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