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Updated: June 6, 2025
Noo, ever since we cam' here, Ivor an' me hes been great friends, an' it hes been heavy on my mind to see him like that, for he's a fine man, a superior person, is Ivor, if he would only let alone the whusky. So I hev spoken to him wance or twice serious like, you know.
He burns them a wee bit in the fire, an' then st'eeps them in whusky. An' they're awful sair." "Oh, but I ken what to do, Rab, if ye want to diddle him," put in another boy. "Just get a horse's hair a lang yin oot o' its tail and put it across yer haun', an' it'll cut his tawse in twa, whenever he gie's ye a pammy." "That's what I'm gaun to do, Jamie," replied another.
"It's kind o' cauld the day," the landlady said in an affable way, as he stepped into the bar. "Warm enough where I have been," he replied bluntly. "Gie's something to drink in whusky!" "So it wad seem," she said in reply, noting his beaded forehead, as he wiped it with a colored handkerchief.
Thus confirmed, he lay meditating for a time, but it was soon made evident that his thoughts had not wandered far from the matter in hand. "Aye, sulphur's nae improvement to whusky," he slowly averred at length, "forbye, I was richt. I was richt frae a medeecinal standpoint, ye ken.
Robert crept to the door, and Shargar sat staring with horror, his eyes looking from the gloom of the bed like those of a half-strangled dog. But it was a false alarm, as Robert presently returned to announce. 'Gin ever ye sae muckle as mention whusky again, no to say drink ae drap o' 't, you and me pairt company, and that I tell you, Shargar, said he, emphatically.
"We s' ca' 't whusky, than, ony gait," said Malcolm, and resumed. The butler's een 'maist startit frae 's heid, but naebody said naething. He liftit it, greedy like, an' drank aff the whusky as gien 't had been watter. 'That's middlin', he said, as he set it o' the table again.
"Deil a drap or drap o' whusky, or oucht else, yer lordship's hae fra my han' this nicht nae mair nor gien ye war a bairn 'at wantit poother to blaw himsel' up wi'! Ye hae had ower muckle a'ready, gien ye war but cawpable o' un'erstan'in', or failin' that, o' believin' an honest wuman 'at kens what state ye are in better nor ye du yersel'. A bonny lordship!" she muttered to herself as she turned from him.
McTavish's glance met the youthful master's for several seconds; then the woods-boss trembled, and his gaze sought the office floor. Bryce knew he had his man whipped at last, and McTavish realized it, too, for quite suddenly he burst into tears. "Dinna fire me, lad," he pleaded. "I'll gae back on the job an' leave whusky alone." "Nothing doing, Mac.
'Play The Lan' o' the Leal, or My Nannie's awa,, or something o' that kin'. I'll be leal to ye noo, Bell. An' we winna pree o' the whusky nae mair, lass. 'I canna bide the smell o' 't, cried Bell, sobbing. Robert struck in with The Lan' o' the Leal.
'He's fair daft aboot her, he explained to me, 'an' I'll no' deny but she's a great help, ay, a verra conseederable asseestance; but, man, she doesna ken the whusky, an' the inside o' a man that's wantin' it.
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