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Updated: June 7, 2025
The priest-like father is drawn from life, and the picture is beautiful; not less deftly drawn is the mother's portrait, though it be not so frequently quoted: 'The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth so bashfu' and so grave; Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. The last line gives one of the most natural and most subtle touches in the whole poem.
He scratched his rough head in his perplexity. "At Gladsmuir," he said, "'er nainsell did take ten Southron loons wi' 'er own hant, wi' nobody to help 'er, an' now one callant had dinged 'er clean senseless wi' nothin' but a bairn's nief." "It wasn't clean fighting, Donald," said I. "Nothing but a sort of trick. If you were to hit me fair and square I should snap in two like a carrot.
There's plenty i' the beck," she said, quite sharply. "But I can't get there; I'm most clemmed with hunger and drought." And Tom sank down upon the door-step, and laid his head against the post. And the old dame looked at him through her spectacles one minute, and two, and three; and then she said, "He's sick; and a bairn's a bairn, sweep or none." "Water," said Tom.
"For ma ain pairt," Soutar used to declare, "a' canna mak up my mind, but there's ae thing sure, the Glen wud not like tae see him withoot them: it wud be a shock tae confidence. There's no muckle o' the check left, but ye can aye tell it, and when ye see thae breeks comin' in ye ken that if human pooer can save yir bairn's life it 'ill be dune."
Suddenly she said, 'Wha's bairn's dead? is a bairn of mine dead? but those watching dared not speak, and then slowly as if with an effort of memory she repeated our names aloud in the order in which we were born.
"Hoot! mem, the bairn's weel eneuch. "Whaur is she?" "I canna jist doonricht exackly tak upo' me to say," answered Betty; "but I hae no fear aboot her. She's a wise bairn." "Ye're no the lassie's keeper, Betty. I see I maun seek her mysel'. Ye're aidin' an' abettin' as usual." So saying, Auntie Meg went out to look for her niece.
"'I've observed it mysel', David, said she seriously. "'Goodness, ma'am! ye confound me! says I; 'if it's onything that's bad, I'll deny it point blank. "'Ye mayna think it bad, says she again, 'but I fear ye like a dram, and my bairn's happiness demands that I should speak o' it.
It's as sweer to clang past the quarter as a horse to gallop by its stable." "You could gang to your box and gie out a psalm, Tammas," suggested John Spens. "And would a psalm sung wi' sic an object," retorted the precentor, "mount higher, think you, than a bairn's kite? I'll insult the Almighty to screen no minister."
I was there like a wandering spirit, for I longed to see that wood or we left the country. I saved the bairn's life, and sair, sair I prigged and prayed they would leave him wi' me. But they bore him away, and he's been lang ower the sea, and now he's come for his ain, and what should withstand him?
His sense of smell told him what it was that shut out the strip of light; and a bairn's soft body is not a proper object of attack for a little dog, no matter how desperate the emergency. There was no time to be lost, for the drums began to beat the march.
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