“ De'il ane hae you gotten yoursel yet, my lord, cothie. Fat makes you so soon up, cothie? I've been takin in some meal Henry cothie. Indeed my lord cothie, an you wad lift up that house to your ducat it wad cost you less travel. How wad you do that Henry cothie? My lord, cothie, gar John Fushicad your officer raise the ground, an send in filler for tows to the balies o' Dundee, an shoot them in beneath the foundation, an cut trees to let it o'er the brig, we'll carry it up in a forenoon, an make it twa cupple higher, an strike thro' a throu-art, an it were but to see a sick beast. ”

“ Lord grant prosperity, generation, mortification an divulsion to a' them that gangs that gate, cothie. Now always maistris, I'll tell you the thing I'm gaun to tell you. The lass's sister that married Fushicam's guidfather, that dwalls down o' the laird o' Thing's land, began to look at me an I to her, an after they scorned us together, her uncle a very disponsable woman, bids me meet her at the kirk-yard o' fushicad upo' Sunday. ”

“ For women maistris, are fair thing'd whiles fan they tak it on; for your own woman dissabus'd me the last year because I wadna claw the cow, to gar her milk come down, and keep her frae flingin, they ca'd me frae heaven to hell about it; I was i' the mean time delvin out the ministers butt, an brok my wark loom; an ga'n to seek a lean o' the beadle's, they ran in before me, an gar'd his wife cry, com in by Henry an get the fashion of the house. ”