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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Really, ma'am, one would think you were my grandmother, to hear you order my affairs for me." "I wuss I war, my lord: I sud gar ye hear risson upo' baith sides o' yer heid, I s' warran'." The marquis laughed. "Well, I can't stand here all day," he said, impatiently swinging one leg. "I'm weel awaur o' that, my lord," answered Miss Horn, rearranging her scanty skirt.
I still however entertained hopes of finding water, for I saw numerous tracks of natives about, and the whole of this valley was an extensive warran ground in which they had that very morning been digging for their favourite root.
Numerous native paths and deep holes, from which the warran root had been extracted, encircle this spot; some neighbouring huts of a superior structure gave us snug quarters for the night; Wizard Peak bearing South 50 seconds East about a mile distant. At break of dawn we resumed our exploration.
When Hornie's turn came, Donal began to tie ropes to her hind hoofs. Mr. Duff objected. "Ye dinna ken her sae weel as I dee, sir," answered Donal. "She wad caw her horns intil a man-o-war 'at angert her. An' up yon'er ye cudna get a whack at her, for hurtin' ane 'at didna deserve 't. I s' dee her no mischeef, I s' warran'. Ye jist lea' her to me, sir." His master yielded.
After crossing a low limestone range we came down upon another equally fertile warran ground, bounded eastward by a high range of rocky limestone hills, luxuriantly grassed, and westward by a low range of similar formation. The native path about two miles further on crossed this latter range, and we found ourselves in a grassy valley, about four miles wide, bounded seawards by sandy downs.
Betty rushed in, drying her hands on her apron. She had not heard him enter. 'Eh losh! she cried, and put her wet apron to her eyes. 'Sic a man as ye're grown, Robert! A puir body like me maunna be speykin to ye noo. 'There's nae odds in me, Betty, returned Robert. ''Deed but there is. Ye're sax feet an' a hairy ower, I s' warran'.
"I can sit nae langer, Mr Mellis," returned Miss Horn. "I hae eneuch to gang upo' as lang 's I hae my ain flure aneth my feet: the wuman has nae business there. I'll jist slip across an' gang in, as quaiet as a sowl intill a boady; but I s' warran' I s' mak a din afore I come oot again!" With a grim diagonal nod she left the room.
"Did ye fess this a' the road frae Spinnie to me, Curly?" "Ay did I, Annie. Ye see I dinna like rottans. But ye maun haud it oot o' their gait for a feow weeks, or they'll rive't a' to bits. It'll sune be a match for them though, I s' warran'. She comes o' a killin' breed." Annie took the kitten home, and it shared her bed that night.
And her astonishment was therefore paralyzing when she heard her father say: "But ye maun haud a quaiet tongue i' yer heid, guidwife; for weel as ye like the laddie, ye may blast his character gin ye say a word aboot it." "I s' warran' it's a' ower Glamerton afore it comes to your lugs, Anerew," returned her mother. "They're no that gleg efter sic news.
"I hae come throuw a heap, lately, father," answered Cosmo. "I hae been ailin' in body, an' sair harassed in hert. I'll tell ye a' aboot it, whan we hae time and o' that we'll hae plenty, I s' warran', for I tell ye I winna lea' ye again; an' gien ye had only latten me ken ye was failin', I wad hae come hame lang syne. It was sair agen the grain 'at I baid awa'."
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