Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 9, 2025
The auld man was daft! Why, the air was like June; no sensible body would even so much as dream of snow. "Belike we'll be up to oor oxters in snaw, the morn, Wattie," chirrupped one damsel, in the bicker of rustic wit and empty laughter that flew around. "Weel, weel, lads! Time will show. Let them laugh that win," said old Wattie.
Ye cudna get a glimp o' her ower the edge o' the snaw i' the cuttin' doon to the yett. Hoo her fowk cud lat her oot! She's a puir wee white-faced elf o' a crater, but she's byous auld-farrand and wise-like, and naething will do but she maun see yersel', mem." "Bring her up, Mary. Poor little thing! What can she want?" Presently Isie entered the room, looking timidly about her.
Without any weary fluctuation from well to ill, and ill to well which sickens the heart with a deferred hope all my old-time strength came back with the glow of that year's June sun. "There's nae accountin' for some wilful folk, lad," was Mr. Sutherland's remark, one evening after I was able to leave my room. "Ye hae risen frae y'r bed like the crocus frae snaw.
"Doan't yo go too far on t' fells, missy. It's coomin' on to snaw, an it'll snaw aw neet. Lor bless yer, it's wild here i' winter. An when t' clouds coom down like yon " he pointed up the valley "even them as knaws t' fells from a chilt may go wrang." "Where does this path lead?" said Hester, absently.
Weel, wee Sandy was aye rinnin' ower to the hoose an' askin' aboot the bailie. 'Twas nat'ral eneuch; the laddie meant nae harm, but he wanted his sled afore the snaw was gone. Ony way, they tuk offense." "Did he get his sled?" asked Mr. Blake mechanically, staring at the man. "Na, poor wee Sandy never got his sled. I had juist ae ither customer ye micht ca' guid.
"Sae your auld landlord's deid, Tibbie!" he said at last. "Ay, honest man! He had aye a kin' word for a poor body." "Ay, ay, nae doobt. But what wad ye say gin I tell't ye that I had boucht the bit hoosie, and was yer new landlord, Tibbie?" "I wad say that the door-sill wants men'in', to haud the snaw oot; an' the bit hoosie's sair in want o' new thack.
"I'll gang till ye tell me to stan'. Eh, sae different 's ye look frae the ither mornin'!" "What morning?" "Whan ye was sittin' at the fut o' the bored craig." "Bored craig? What's that?" "The rock wi' a hole throu' 'it. Ye ken the rock weel eneuch, my leddy. Ye was sittin' at the fut o' 't, readin' yer buik, as white 's gien ye had been made o' snaw.
A month or two previous to the composition of his first satire he had written what Gilbert calls his first poem, The Epistle to Davie, 'a brother poet, lover, ploughman, and fiddler. It is worthy of notice that, in the opening lines of this poem 'While winds frae aff Ben Lomond blaw, And bar the doors wi' driving snaw, And hing us ower the ingle'
"Eh, it's deep the nicht, an' hard on us baith, but there's a puir wumman micht dee if we didna warstle through; ... that's it; ye ken fine what a'm sayin. "We 'ill hae tae leave the road here, an' tak tae the muir. Sandie 'ill no can leave the wife alane tae meet us; ... feel for yersel" lass, and keep oot o' the holes. "Yon's the hoose black in the snaw.
Over the huddle of high housetops, the University towers and the scattered suburbs beyond, he looked away to the snow-clad slopes of the Pentlands, running up to heaven and shining under the pale winter sunshine. "The snaw! Eh, Bobby, but it's a bonny sicht to auld een!" he cried, with the simple delight of a child.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking